There is a memory that bears your name
Every now and then it comes knocking
I'm not writing to hurt myself
It would be self-referential
There is a silence with your name written on it
Like another one to collect
You are the phrase I jot down every day
On a mental sheet
You know, thinking too much isn't good
Like those sad tourists met a thousand times
Wandering aimlessly and without desire or direction when your voice calls

Call me
Even though we don't do it anymore
Of how many topics that aren't about us
We could talk for hours
Or even forever
Call me

Learned that we are different
Established that we are complex
The attitude is too cautious
Or too sentimental
Doubling successes and flaws
Stirring ourselves to mix
The sum sometimes doesn't add up
But at least it's spectacular and you
On the other side of the world
Maybe by now you believe little
In cursed promises
But you can't help but trust and fall for it when you hear my voice

Call me
Even though we don't do it anymore
Of how many topics that aren't about us
We could talk for hours
Or even forever

Call me
Even if it's no longer in fashion
To ask if it's late
When will you leave again
If in Paris there's still that Thai place
That costs nothing
Like sad songs
Listened to a thousand times
Tonight I can't help but hear your voice

Call me
Even though we don't do it anymore
Of how many topics that aren't about us
We could talk for hours
Or even forever

Call me
Call me
Of how many topics that aren't about us
We could talk for hours

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