“While sitting in a corner with a pen in my mouth
I suddenly perceived a scent of roses and cloves
When I dared to turn around, a telephone rang
Who could possibly call at this time of the night?
So I picked up the phone and asked who was there
A deep voice then told me: “You still think about her”
I hung up the phone and returned to my corner
And noticed the scent had become a bit stronger
I tried to decide if the deep voice was right
And if I knew the person at the other side of the line
I finally realized its identity didn’t matter
For the voice spoke the truth, as I still think about her…”
