Belgian Blues

Lyrics

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 You know, ahhh You know, ahhh The cold wind blows you its 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 Go sing 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 You know, ahhh You know, ahhh The cold wind blows you its kisses The darkness takes them away Just a slave to its wishes Just a slave to its ways