the call

what do we mean when we say we’ll come back when we’re called? a request, a promise, a connection, a desire or just another way o saying good bye?

Regina Spektor says:

It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word

And then that word grew louder and louder
‘Til it was a battle cry
I’ll come back
When you call me
No need to say goodbye

Just because everything’s changing
Doesn’t mean it’s never been this way before
All you can do is try to know who your friends are
As you head off to the war

Pick a star on the dark horizon
And follow the light
You’ll come back when it’s over
No need to say goodbye

You’ll come back when it’s over
No need to say goodbye

Now we’re back to the beginning
It’s just a feeling and no one knows yet
But just because they can’t feel it too
Doesn’t mean that you have to forget

Let your memories grow stronger and stronger
‘Til they’re before your eyes
You’ll come back
When they call you
No need to say goodbye

You’ll come back
When they call you
No need to say goodbye

yap. regina spektor, the call – the chronicles of narnia II/ prince caspian ending

de uneori

si in seara asta, dimpreuna cu regina spektor zic somedyas..

Somedays aren’t yours at all,
They come and go
As if they’re someone else’s days
They come and leave you behind someone else’s face
And it’s harsher than yours
And colder than yours

They come in all quiet
Sweep up and then they leave
And you don’t hear a single floor board creak
They’re so much stronger
Than the friends you try to keep
By your side

Downtown, Downtown
I’m not here, not anymore
I’ve gone away
Don’t call me, don’t write

I’m in love with your daughter
I wanna have her baby
I’m in love with your daughter
So can I please

Downtown, Downtown
I’m not here, not anymore
I’ve gone away
Don’t call me, don’t write
I’ve gone away
Don’t call me, don’t write
Don’t call me, don’t call me, don’t call me
Don’t write, don’t write, don’t write, don’t write, don’t write

Somedays aren’t yours at all
They come and go
As if they’re someone else’s days
They come and leave you behind someone else’s face
And it’s harsher than yours
And it’s colder than yours…