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 any, 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 {repeat all}
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?
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?
