All along I was searching for my Lenore
And 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 ember
I’m just trying to remember
Who I can call
Who can I call
Born in a world of opposite attraction
Or is it, or is it a natural conception
Torn by the arms in the opposite direction
Or is it, or is it a modernist reaction]
Born in a world of opposite attraction
Or is it, or is it a natural conception
Torn by the arms in the opposite direction
Or is it, 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? And will you come back again?
Do you like this? Oh do you like this?
Is it like this? Is it always the same?
If I changed my mind, though would 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
