You don’t have to call me. My love will be there for you. And you don’t have to worry
because our love will be careful. Before, whenever you would call me, my love would be
terror, I know, but that was when I had to wander. Now, my love will be there for you.
Anytime you need me I will come back.
Anytime you want me I will come back.
When time is almost dead, I will come back.
And it was you for whom my life was the compass.
And it was you who inherited this whole mess.
And it was you for whom my life was the compass.
And it was you. Now I left and can’t even call you.
Who wishes sympathy was all-true?
You don’t have to worry. My love will be there for you, boy. Whenever you would call me:
you’d say ‘it was me and it was you,’ but it was also about waiting for the weekend and then
begging, ‘no! don’t say you’ll go!’
My love tends to wander, but when you need it I will always be your friend. If I was
undiscovered by you, I would just be another ‘you’ to you, but now you have me, this guy,
that you choose.
You don’t have to worry. My love will be there for you babe. And if you say that you’re
going under: I’ll try, I will be what you need, saying I could be what you choose.
But I’ve never been fake with you, so why this subterfuge? I’m never going to make
my wants stop debating and simply side with you. I’m never going to make a break
for it in the rain--- I won’t break my pride. I never want to lose this light, never want
to see this lose its stride.
Anytime you need me I will come back.
Anytime you want me I will come back.
When time is almost dead, I will come back.
And it was you for whom my life was the compass.
And it was you who inherited this whole mess.
And it was you for whom my life was the compass.
And it was you. Now I left and can’t even call you.
You wish sympathy was all true, baby.