This is a story you haven't heard. You may not believe it's true. What happened to this cat called Frozen Fred. Could happen to me and to you. . Fred had a passion for frozen food.
It's almost midnight now. Getting cold in Rome. The hands of the watch, they turn. Turn without mercy. . I'm counting every hour. Must be a new delay.
Shoes fit. Footprints. Shoes fit. Footprints. Shoes fit. Footprints. Shoes fit. Footprints. . Scar between the shoulders. Scar on the back of his head.
I'm fighting it, fighting it, fighting it. Till I am winning. Rewinding it, winding it, winding it. To the beginning. Erom on. (Erom on, erom on). . I open the window.
In a Swiss town by the lake. Fall down like a white snowflake. There's a fire in. A fire in my head. There's a fire in. A fire in my head. . Roll on like a stone in a field.
The break of the day, I lift my head. I leave the bed and go to work. Bicycle, streets in town. Rainy day is falling down. . It's maybe impossible. But I've got dreams.
I'm so tired of learning to talk. Building fences on the wall. In this state, I shall not remain. . I don't want to go, but if I die young. Fill my empty room with the sun.
He is standing in the living room. She is sitting on the bedroom floor. They are talking to each other on the babyphone. He lights another cigarette. She is re-arranging pillows on the bed.
So many reasons to be afraid. Afraid of the darkness. Afraid of the light. So many reasons to be afraid. Afraid of the daytime. Afraid of the night. Day and the night.
It's a terrible waste. To be stuck here in nowhere. I'm calling your name. It's a terrible day. To be in this wasteland. I'm calling your name. Just your name.
Give me the sombre city highroads. The clouds are framed by attic windows. Those are the words I long to hear. But when I walk I keep my tears from falling.
Could it be the strange man. He's headline news. Long, thin and glasses. And snakeskin shoes. Was it something he said. About the weather and read. On a dirty magazine.
Nits. Henk. Cranedriver. (Hofstede/Kloet/Stips - Hofstede). . It's early in the morning. He's climbing up. The ladder to the top. Of his crane. He's smoking a cigarette.
Friday she is black. Sunday she is white. Chameleon girl. Is making me feel alright. . Yesterday she was yellow. Tomorrow she is green. Chameleon girl.
On a Sunday morning. A bus is stopping. At the espresso bar. Stepping out. Into the light and disappears. . Christine, you're in a dream. Oh, Christine.
(Nits). In the mirrors of this house. I've seen your face. A thousand times or more. In the corners of your room. I've seen your face. A thousand times or more.
(Hofstede/Kloet/Stips - Hofstede). In the mirrors of this house. I've seen your face. A thousand times or more. In the corners of your room. I've seen your face.
He lives in a bungalow. He lives in a bungalow. Sits on a couch and. Looks at a colour show. . He lives in a bungalow. He lives in a bungalow. Different cars in a garage.
I'm taking my time. I am travelling. I am travelling. You taking your time. You are travelling. You are travelling. . It makes no difference. What they say.
Bobby Solo - he's in the villa. Bobby Solo - he's on the terrace. Bobby Solo - he's wearing pretty shirts. Bobby Solo - he's singing lo lo lo lo. . Pazzo pazzo pazzo.