Meg Barnhouse: Music

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)
• MP3 short clip, lo-fi play (modem)

I feel your love on me. I feel your love on me. I feel your love on me. I feel your love on me.

Heavy as the quilts on a winter night, piled so high, hold you down just right, colors glowing in the candlelight. I feel your love on me.

I feel your eyes on me. I feel your eyes on me. I feel your eyes on me. I feel your eyes on me.

They turn hunter green when you’re cracking the code, blue as midnight on a starlit road, gray as the clouds in thunderstorm mode, I feel your eyes on me.

Oh, I feel you everywhere, everywhere, everywhere.
Oh, I feel you everywhere, everywhere, everywhere.

I feel your hand on me. I feel your hand on me. I feel your hand on me. I feel your hand on me.

Warm on my skin in the middle of the night, knife scar on the palm, guy was high as a kite. You took him down, but not without a fight. I feel your hand on me.

Oh, I feel you everywhere, everywhere, everywhere.
Oh, I feel you everywhere, everywhere, everywhere.