How can you not remember?
Come on, what year was it?
I have the feeling you're laughing.
Maybe you're not being honest.
And take me a picture,
and keep it always on the phone
in between the pornography
and next to all those smiles wasting away
on the phone.
Uh, uh, uh.
She remembers me.
I know nothing about her.
I tried to enter that old place that used to be a club
where you also went. What a pity, though.
I've never seen you enter - the night lights up.
The lights, the people, the friends in the toilets with their phones.
When somebody asks me about you, I answer like this before escaping.
Take me a picture
and keep it always on the phone.
I'll tell you a lie.
It's easier to leave each other on a phone.
But how many times will you think it's true
that you've stayed alone in the middle of the sky.
But I'm also alone like a madman
on the phone.
On the phone.
On the phone.
Uh.
(I have the feeling you're being honest...)
And now take me a picture
and keep it always on the phone.
Turn around and walk away
between all those smiles wasting away
on the phone.
On the phone.
On the phone.
On the phone.
On the phone.
On the phone.
(Da da da...)
(Ra ra ra da...)