Pasacalles

I’m gonna put a parade right by your door
So when you wake up, you’ll realize it’s true
We live close by

It’ll be written in crayon
It’ll declare all my love
This morning, when you wake up

I ask you to stay alert
The parade is ready, right by your door!
And in it, I declare all my love
Just with this crayon

There’ll be a day when you won’t feel anything
There’ll be a day when you’ll come out hurt
Also, one day, you won’t feel loved

You can always count on me, my dear friend
I’m afraid your mom won’t like the parade
She’ll say it’s a thing for black folks
And that it’s time to forget me

But you know well, my love
I have no other intention
Than to shorten the distances
Until we find our place

There’ll be a day when you won’t feel anything
There’ll be a day when you’ll come out hurt
Also, one day, you won’t feel loved
You can always count on me, my dear friend

I used to do so many things that didn’t work out
I said so many other things I didn’t believe
I only won when I didn’t lose myself
I lived dead without you and didn’t even know it