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

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

Yes

She never meant to call, she did anyway

And now he's trying to find the words to say

Someday

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

Yes

She never meant to call, she did anyway

And now he's trying to find the words to say

Someday

Yes

She never meant to call, she did anyway

And now he's trying to find the words to say

Someday, someday, someday

Someday, someday, someday