Care Of - Luca Fogale

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