Accident

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 find 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 words 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 her's is lilac and gold;

The things 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 words to say

Someday.

(ooh-ooh)

Yes.

She never meant to call,

She did anyway,

And now he's trying to find

The words to say

Someday.

Et c'est alors que supposement blesse par le commun des mortels,

Qu'en habit pourpre et net,

De mes cendres fictions,

Pour l'encore inconnu(e), attendu(e);

Je reserecte encore et encore.

Je reserecte

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 words to say

Someday.

Ooh-ooh

Yes.

She never meant to call,

She did anyway,

And now he's trying to find

The words to say

Someday, someday, someday. (ooh-ooh)

Someday, someday, someday.