Here comes the phantom

April in my mind, but I can't sleep
So I took a walk around the trees
What did I see? Summer waits in the leaves
As lovely as I've ever known
Happiness just comes and goes

My heart is playing like a violin
Sunday, and she called again
Now where can I go?
Somewhere the wind don't blow me back into the conversations
Promises and situations, yeah
It's all castles in the air.

The phantom finds you cryin' in the streets
Lonely cops pick flowers on their beats
And what do they see? Summer waits in the leaves
As lovely as they've ever known
Happiness just comes and goes

My heart is playing like a violin
Sunday, and she called again
All of the dreams that you dream
I hope that they are all of me
I hope that they are all of me

It's the phantom
Here comes the phantom

The Clientele - Here Comes the Phantom

Ao fim de três horas numa chamada telefónica para o Céu, a almofada por baixo da cabeça torna-se pouco diferente duma nuvem onde podemos flutuar quilómetros acima da superfície, onde tu não tens que ter medo do que eu fiz por não saber o que fazer de mim, onde eu não tenho que ter medo que o wallpaper do teu telemóvel nunca saia de lá.