The Call

Have you ever noticed
How world around you
Was not moving forward at all
Years and years were passing
And nothing happening
But then you receive a call
Are you ready to pick up the phone?
Cause you know who this call is from
Dot your t's and cross your eyes
And prepare to move on
If you were a painter
With all the colours
And brushes at your command
You could smudge your paints
In a random way
But I doubt this is what you planned
Well, guess what? He's a painter too
But his picture's much bigger than you
Help him draw your part
Make sure it's fine when it's due
You just had a call
And your world just shifted
You feel the power about to break free
Now you ask yourself
What exactly was gifted
You have no clue
But you now have the key
An illusory wall ahead
Has transformed to a door instead
Only words that were told today
Will remain unsaid

We were told our lives are
Like lice that crawl
Through the thick of a zebra's hair
We enjoy the white stripes
And suffer through black ones
In hope You-Know-Who would care
Only I don't agree of course
I am a knight on a big white horse
Paint it black or white
Or yellow for better or worse
You just had a call
And your world just shifted
You feel the power about to break free
Now you ask yourself
What exactly was gifted
You have no clue
But you now have the key
An illusory wall ahead
Has transformed to a door instead
Only words that were told today
Will remain unsaid
We were told our lives are
Like lice that crawl
Through the thick of a zebra's hair
We enjoy the white stripes
And suffer through black ones
In hope you-know-who would care
Only I don't agree of course
I am a knight on a big white horse
Paint it black or white
Or yellow for better or worse
Only I don't agree of course
I am a knight on a big white horse
Paint it black or white
Or yellow for better or worse



Credits
Writer(s): Slava Tikhonov
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