feriado, nublado em SP

É no fim do dia que a flor que comprei perfuma a casa. E Eddie canta:

To the ocean of my platitudes
Longitudes, latitudes, it's so absurd
I just need someone to be there for...
I just want someone to be there for...
Someone to be there for...
'Cause I'll stop trying to make a difference
I'm not trying to make a difference
I'll stop trying to make a difference
No way
Ooh, let's call in an angel