How many times does a night stop in its middle
The pillow black from make-up and moist from fear
Questions of why cover breathing like plastic bags
And no answers arise from the dark
And days go by and weeks and months and suddenly years
What is there to believe in if love disappears
It already left the world all around us
The world all around us

But there’s your little face your glory
Your beauty and innocence
Your smile and your little heart
So strong and larger than life
And eternity
Call me, just call me
Cos I miss you
and don’t forget
For eternity

Now 20 years later
And long grown up
You are on your own
Your journey is tough
There’s sadness and grief
While trying it all
Forgot to call
Night owls might fall

Flying through wonders
and changing themes
With blood and feathers,
some crazy dreams

What is there to believe in
If love disappears
In the world all around us

Call me, just call me
and don’t forget
Cos I miss you
Every Sunday
Call me, cos I miss you
Forgot how to call me
You used to call me
Every Sunday
Just don’t forget

© Ute Lemper