You up and left
You went to Kaká’s
You treated me with disdain
And diminished me
When I got home
I knocked and knocked and knocked
But there was nothing in the house
Just tea and incense
A portrait and the cat
And an empty pan
When I got home
I knocked and knocked and knocked
But there was nothing in the house
Just tea and incense
A portrait and my guitar
And an empty pan
Come, but come and don’t go
I’ll fix what I did wrong and make it beautiful
Just like it was before, everything will be alright