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