Автор: Mr. Strange

Tongue in cheek till a hole burns out her mouth, And fingers crossed like the promise of cub scouts, And

Hey, Mr. Bartender mix me a drink I really need something to tell me it’s okay not to think, Because

Get your hands up The sky’s falling, get your hands up It’s the apocalypse got a mouth full of lambs

And if i had something to say to you i’d whisper it softly, kiss you on your rosey lips and

I got this shit on lock I got this shit on lock Holla’ Holla’ at me if you on my

Alex: I feel so unsure, As I take your hand, and lead you to the dance floor. As the music

Awake your heart You fear it, but we’ll make a start Seems like the wind just blows your way With

Buiten waait de wind De frisse wind is er voor jou De goden goedgezint Als jij maar op jezelf vertrouwd

Weet je schat We zien het soms een beetje zwart Soms lijkt de wereld om je heen Koud en gemeen