There was a bank
in Antwerp
before het water comes
The water comes
out of a bottle
out of the scheld.
Little light lights
In the metro
and out of the scheld
out of you're eyes.
There was a bank
in antwerp
before the verto peperonis
come
into our nose
Tablemoments
come and go
like pijlkes
to a way
so far away
from the station
and the stonehengeman
L'amour fume
dans ma doigt
but
my heart is sold
to the jongen Gods.
Verhelst zal het weten,
comme folle c'est folle
and then it streams
out of you're lips
out of a bottle
out of the scheld.
Posted by kika_vollaile
at 8:54 PM CET
