Lyrics:
Her Everything

She cured the plague of the holy child And all the while I've been watching And, "Boom", she said in her room With her red fingernails and a grip on the

there And feed her the seed? Who taught her how to pick her clothes? Mrs. Brice: Eddie, that I did. Eddie: Yeah, but who taught her her

are you staring into outer space, crying? Just because you came across it, and lost it Everything reminds me of her Everything reminds me of her, everything reminds me of her

there And feed her the seed? Who taught her how to pick her clothes? Mrs. Brice: Eddie, that I did. Eddie: Yeah, but who taught her her how to tap her

are you staring into outer space crying Just because you came across it and lost it? Everything reminds me of her Everything reminds me of her Everything reminds me of her

never found... Whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa. If you'd only look her eyes will tell you everything, Cuz' winter only waits so long for spring... Doorstep... She leans closer. Her

Translation: George Canyon. Her Everything.

Translation: Smith, Elliot. Everything Reminds Me Of Her.

there And feed her the seed? Who taught her how to pick her clothes? [Mrs. Brice:] Eddie, that I did. [Eddie:] Yeah, but who taught her her how to tap