Luca Fogale — Care Of

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Did I hear you call my name?
Standing on a ledge
Stuck inside your games
Blood a softened red
Readied for the winds
Waiting for a friend
How anything begins
Can’t be how this ends

But I can’t picture what’s to come
Care of anyone
No, I can’t picture what’s to come
Care of anyone

‘Cause there was something that was said
Barely out of range
About giving up your say
And dying on stage
That I try to forget
I’m still here, anyway
Patient in my place
Not turning the next page

But I can’t picture what’s to come
Care of anyone
No I can’t picture what’s to come
Care of anyone
No I can’t picture what’s to come
Care of anyone
No I can’t picture what’s to come
Care of anyone