He’s on the Phone Songtext
von St. Etienne Daho

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 fide 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 world 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 hers is lilac and gold
The thing 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 world to say someday
Ooh, ooh, yes
She never meant to call, she did anyway
And now he's trying to find
The world to say someday

Et c'est alors que supposément blessé
Par le commun des mortels
Qu′en habit pourpre et net
De mes cendres fiction
Pour l′encore inconnu, attendu
Je résérecte encore et encore
Je résérecte 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 world to say someday
Ooh, ooh, yes
She never meant to call, she did anyway
And now he's trying to find
The world to say someday

Someday
Someday, ooh

Someday
Someday
Someday
Someday