On the backseat of a motorscooter. It's so crazy what I'm doing to her. 80 miles on the rocks. It's a kid or a crash. . Tutti ragazzi with Italian shoes.
"Hands up!", he said. "If you move a little bit you're dead". I want the secret that you were about to get. Tonight they win. I'm in a cellar and I have to stay in.
I am waiting. At the bus stop. Ting Ting. With my girlfriend. She is pregnant. Like a raindrop. Ting Ting. And the donkey. And the bull. Are standing next to me.
Only rich men can buy. Things that poor men can make. You've got nothing. And they've got plenty. Like a tree falling down. Hits a grape on the ground.
(Hofstede). Your picture on a wall. I can see it. It's too small. Your picture. On a wall. Cannot touch it. Hold it closer now. Now I'm waiting on your doorstep.
(Oh when, oh when). Oh when, when will I see you. Oh when, when will I see you. On a highway in a car. On a river in a boat. In a town where everyone's sleeping.
Once on a cold grey morning. I was walking home alone. The traffic lights in the falling rain. The unanswered phone. . I was so sad and lonely. On a lonesome avenue.
I spent some time alone. In an old country home. Where the wallpaper looked like a landscape. In a foreign land. . I took some walks alone. Around this old country home.
He likes the cold winter nights. And the dark afternoons. The lodger. When there are shadows behind. Every window and blind. The lodger. . There's another murder in the news today.
(Hofstede/Kloet/Stips - Hofstede). I met her. In a shop. Downtown. She was buying a hat. With a feather. Brown. She said. Or red. That's all she said.
Looking out my window. Looking at this dirty part of town. Looking out my window. Cold eyes looking. Cold eyes looking down. . You should see them going.
Suddenly you came to see me. After all those years. You said 'hello'. Time has been a friend. In the town without a home. I went. So alone again. . I miss the Bauhaus chair.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday's gone. Friday and Saturday, Sunday is no fun. Mr Moonshine, that girl is mine. For a long time I was wrong. . Take a piece of my heart.
He spent his nights. On camping sites. Can this sun tan. Make him a man. He's in one of the tents. She's in one of the tent tent tent. . (Camping gaz).
Right behind her in revolving doors. In the window of a passing train. Talking shadows in a telephone box. . I was running. She was walking. It was one of those rainy days.
Tables and chairs. Do not like one another. They bite in each others legs. Tables and chairs. Do not like one another. They bite in each others legs. .
Down in the airshaft. Of the old hotel. Doors on both sides. Of a concrete cell. No sign of daylight. No happy view. A two-pillow mattress. One hardly used.
He doesn't talk much. He doesn't move about either. No one likes him. No one dares to come nearer. . It started harmlessly. Heavy on every knee. Couldn't tell from the start.
Shake your rattle, fly your kite. There's evil in the dark. Spirits awake, spirits awake. . Hear the sad song on the water. Someone passed away. Spirits awake, spirits awake.
The evening has come to an end. Although we were very close friends. Somehow it ends. I met you a long time ago. I don't think that you'll ever know. I miss you so.