He´s on the phone, doesn´t want to go home The hotel life (forget your wife), you´re on your own Academia girl Her life´s a gas, she loves the trash inside his world
Can´t fide his way there, got the cash, feeling flash, in Leicester Square Ooh-ooh, yes She never meant to call, she did anyway And now he´s trying to find the world to say someday It´s five to twelve and she´s nervous as hell with nothing to lose, it´s hard to choose, it´s hard to tell And her´s is lilac and gold The thing she has, she´s feeling sad, she´s feeling old Skin is dewdrop and warm, the lipstic kiss, reminisce, or wait will dawn Et c´est alors que supposément blessé par le commun des mortels, qu´en habit pourpre et net, de mes cendres fiction,
pour l´encore inconnu, attendu, je résérecte encore et encore, pour toi, je résérecte encore et encore. He´s on the phone and she wants to go home, shoes in hand, don´t make a sound, it´s time to go.