Belgian Blues
I see a harm in my head
And the tower in flames
I'll sing the song of the dead
The chanson insane
It's drilling holes in my pockets
I'll never ever stop it
Fill my soul with your dockets
And your calm refrain:
You know, ahhh
You know, ahhh
The cold wind blows you it's kisses
The darkness takes them away
Just a slave to its wishes
Just a slave to its ways
So go and do your dirty dishes
Lay restless and suspicious
Be the prey amongst the hunters
The kill judicious
Be the song of light and hope
But never believe both
Go turn the injured to the maimed
With your calm refrain:
You know, ahhh
You know, ahhh
The cold wind blows you it's kisses
The darkness takes them away
Just a slave to its wishes
Just a slave to its ways