Your Call - BrainStorm

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