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 find 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 words 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 things she has,
She's feeling sad,
She's feeling old.
Skin is dewdrop and warm;
The lipstick kiss,
Reminisce,
Or wait will dawn.
(ooh-ooh)
Yes.
She never meant to call,
She did anyway,
And now he's trying to find
The words to say
Someday.
(ooh-ooh)
Yes.
She never meant to call,
She did anyway,
And now he's trying to find
The words to say
Someday.
Et c'est alors que supposement blesse par le commun des mortels,
Qu'en habit pourpre et net,
De mes cendres fictions,
Pour l'encore inconnu(e), attendu(e);
Je reserecte encore et encore.
Je reserecte
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
Ooh-ooh
Yes.
She never meant to call,
She did anyway,
And now he's trying to find
The words to say
Someday.
Ooh-ooh
Yes.
She never meant to call,
She did anyway,
And now he's trying to find
The words to say
Someday, someday, someday. (ooh-ooh)
Someday, someday, someday.
