CALL ME NOW
Sebastien CAILLAUD, Christophe LIBEAU
THE SOUND OF MY SOLES HITTING THE WET PAVEMENT RESONATES IN THE NIGHT.
MY LONG BLACK COAT FLOATS AROUND MY WAIST LIKE THE SAIL OF A LOST SHIP PRIOR TO HER
WRECKAGE.
I DID LOVE YOU THEN YOU KNOW
THE OCEAN KNOWS I WAS SINCERE
MAYBE I LOVED YOU TOO MUCH
THE MOON KNOWS I WAS TRUE
CALL ME NOW
I'M GONNA FALL
COME TO ME NOW
BEFORE I FALL
I HIDE MY FACE UNDER MY HAT, A PROTECTION AGAINST THE COLD BREEZE AND SOME PASSER-BY'S
GAZE.
I WANT NOBODY, NOT EVEN THE SEAGULL AND THE ALBATROSS, TO SEE THE FACE OF THE BETRAYER
I AM.
