Lletres: Watchmen. Phone Call.

The gray pages tell me it's tomorrow, again
I looked all day Sunday for a motto, again

I should have known better
I should have called you

Pretend only good days were to follow, from here
I held you up close you were the model, the friend

I should of known better
I could have called you

I hope I don't need Cus D'amato again
Lead me around my will to follow
I hate the games we play

There's nothing in it
I'm older every day
I hope we win it

I should have called
I should have known better
I should have called you