All along I was searching for my Lenore
In the words of Mr. Edgar Allan Poe
Will the Raven come to bother me at home
You... calling you, calling you home
By the door you said you had to go
This I saw coming, long before
So I kept on staring out the window
You... calling you, calling you home
I am a natural entertainer, aren't we all
I'm just trying to remember who I can call
Home.... calling you, calling you
Aren't we all hiding pieces of broken anger
I'm just trying to remember who I can call
Born in a war of opposite attraction
It isn't, or is it a natural conception
Torn by the arms in opposite directions
It isn't, or is it a Modernist reaction
Born in a war of opposite attraction
It isn't, or is it a natural conception
Torn by the arms in opposite directions
It isn't, or is it a Modernist reaction
When a heartache begins, is it like this
If you change your phone number, will you tell me