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Description
It smells of hot asphalt, spilled gin, and something that ended long ago but still won't let go. New York summer, when phone calls happen not because they're necessary, but simply because it's boring and too quiet. It seems like everything has been said, but the tongue still reaches for old words, like fingers reaching for a bruise that won't heal.
There is no drama here - just a slight weariness and the realization that the past will still dial your number, no matter how far away you've gone. Everything comes back: smells, gestures, unspoken words between the lines. It's just that sometimes the evening is too long not to remember who it was with that it was once “too hot.”
Lyrics and translation
Original
On a call, on a curb At your best or your worst Never stopped keeping score
Summer's hot in New York
And it all comes back, it all comes back, it all comes back to you
Oh, it all comes back, it all comes back, it all comes back to you
Taste the sweat on your skin
Like the salt on the rim
Of a drink in my hand
This is not what I planned
But it all comes back, it all comes back, it all comes back to you
Oh, it all comes back, it all comes back, it all comes back to you
I tried to warn you
I've had a hard time letting you go
I still adore you
I didn't call just to say hello
When all your friends have headed home This always ends with us alone The night's not young, but we still are You'll bite your tongue or you'll go too far And it all comes back, it all comes back, it all comes back to you
Oh, it all comes back, it all comes back, it all comes back to you
I tried to warn you I've had a hard time letting you go
I still adore you
I didn't call just to say hello
How's California?
I shouldn't ask, I don't wanna know
I tried to warn you
I've had a hard time letting you go