Kremlin Dusk - Hikaru Utada

All along I was searching for my Lenore

In the words of Mr. Edgar Allan Poe

Now I’m sober and «Nevermore»

Will the Raven come to bother me at home

Calling you, calling you home

You… calling you, calling you home

By the door you said you had to go

Couldn’t help me anymore

This I saw coming, long before

So I kept on staring out the window

Calling you, calling you home

You… calling you, calling you home

I am a natural entertainer, aren’t we all

Holding pieces of dying ember

I’m just trying to remember who I can call

Who can I call

Home… calling you, calling you

I run a secret propaganda

Aren’t we all hiding pieces of broken anger

I’m just trying to remember who I can call

Can I call

It isn’t, or is it a natural conception

Torn by the arms in opposite direction

It isn’t or is it a Modernist reaction

It isn’t, or is it a natural conception

Torn by the arms in opposite direction

It isn’t or is it a Modernist reaction

Is it like this

Is it always the same

When a heartache begins, is it like this

Do you like this

Is it always the same

Will you come back again

Do you like this

Is it always the same

Will come back again

Do you like this

Do you like this

Is it like this

Is it always the same

If you change your phone number, will you tell me

Is it like this

Is it always the same

When a heartache begins, is it like this

If you like this

Will you remember my name

Will you play it again, if you like this