Yesterday I spent asleep
Woke up in my clothes in a dirty heap
Spent the night trying to make a deadline
Squeezing complicated lives into a simple headline

I have your face here in an old Polaroid
Tidying the children´s clothes and toys
You´re smiling back at me, I took the photo from the fridge
Can´t remember what then we did

I haven´t been with a women, it feels like for years
Thought of you the whole time, your salty tears
This shitty world sometimes produces a rose
The scent of it lingers and then it just goes

Return the call to home

The worst of us are a long drawn out confession
The best of us are geniuses of compression
You say you´re not going to leave the truth alone
I´m here ´cos I don´t want to go home

Child drinking dirty water from the river bank
Soldier brings oranges he got out from a tank
I´m waiting on the waiter, he´s taking a while to come
Watching the sun go down on Lebanon

Return the call to home

Now I´ve got a head like a lit cigarette
Unholy clouds reflecting in a minorette
You´re so high above me, higher than everyone
Where are you in the Cedars of Lebanon?

Choose your enemies carefully ´cos they will define you
Make them interesting ´cos in some ways they will mind you
They´re not there in the beginning but when your story ends
Gonna last with you longer than your friend