Call Me - Brisa Roche

Call me when you’re dreaming

Call when you’re waking

Call me with your blue eyes

Call me with your brown eyes

Call me in the wet hills

Call me from the fast car

Call from the slow car

The country’s exploding like dynamite

I’ve read everyone of your books

A tempest blows and the tracker

And his hound have been giving us looks

Call me with your green eyes

Call with your hazel eyes

Call me with your pale mouth

Call me with your red mouth

Call me in the soft sky

Call in the rough sky

Call me from the tall wave

Call me from the low wave

The country’s exploding like dynamite

I’ve read everyone of your books

A tempest blows and the tracker

And hound are giving us looks

The country’s exploding like dynamite

I’ve read all your books

A tempest blows and the tracker

And his hound are giving us looks

Call me, call me…