Your Call

I'll be a word, the first one
And that's how it started
A clock that goes backwards
Before we parted

I'll be the fine spirit in the eyes of that fool
Who chooses politeness instead of the true
I'll be a car racing madly with no destination
A boy who's addicted to his new play station

And I can resurrect the princess or king of Morocco
John wrapping tenderly around his Yoko
A gas station you can rob and blow up
A safe to be opened or left in the truck

Oh, the day that I was touching your neck
Is the one that I'll never ever forget
This is the day to celebrate the end of the story
The day to reconquer my territory

Life without you is small
For you I will climb, always ready to fall
This is the day to celebrate the end of the story
The day to tell you I'm a little bit sorry

Life without you is small
I am a phone waiting patiently for your, for your call
I'll be a flag that waves proudly above the heads of the nation
Indian, African, Arab or Asian

For you and those that you have loved the most
I'll be the father, the son and the holy ghost
I'll do my best once again to get your attention
Whatever you want with my best intentions

Smoke on the water, fire in your hand
I'll be Columbus screaming: "I see land!“
This is the day to celebrate the end of the story
The day to reconquer my territory

Life without you is small
For you i will climb, always ready to fall
This is the day to celebrate the end of the story
The day to tell you I'm a little bit sorry

Life without you is small
I am a phone waiting patiently for your
For your call