All along I was searching for my Lenore In the words of Mr. Edgar Allan Poe Now I'm sober and “Nevermore” Will the Raven come to bother me at home Calling you, calling you home You... calling you, calling you home
By the door you said you had to go Couldn't help me anymore This I saw coming, long before So I kept on staring out the window Calling you, calling you home You... calling you, calling you home
I am a natural entertainer, aren't we all Holding pieces of dying ember I'm just trying to remember who I can call Who can I call Home.... calling you, calling you
I run a secret propaganda Aren't we all hiding pieces of broken anger I'm just trying to remember who I can call Can I call
Born in a war of opposite attraction It isn't, or is it a natural conception
Torn by the arms in opposite directions It isn't, or is it a Modernist reaction
Born in a war of opposite attraction It isn't, or is it a natural conception Torn by the arms in opposite directions It isn't, or is it a Modernist reaction
Is it like this Is it always the same When a heartache begins, is it like this Do you like this Is it always the same Will you come back again Do you like this Is it always the same Will you come back again Do you like this Do you like this Is it like this Is it always the same If you change your phone number, will you tell me Is it like this Is it always the same When a heartache begins, is it like this If you like this Will you remember my name Will you play it again, if you like this