Behind all the paintings that hang nailed to walls  Below all the carpets your feet stepped upon  Among the pages of the books that rest closed  In the air of empty rooms and deserted halls    In the moment just ahead and just before your time  Under the veil, in the blind spot of your view behind  In your eyes when you close them in the night    Beneath the words that tell the story of your life  Between the frames of every motion that you redefine  Under the dust on the moon’s darkest side  In your mind when there’s nothing left to be revived    Between your hand and all the things that it touches  Behind all doors before the turning of the latches  In every song just before you press play  You I’m waiting for.    these lyrics are submitted by Frank