Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dries van der Schueren
Songwriter
Tijl De Vis
Songwriter
Jérôme Pringiers
Songwriter
Robbe Van Ael
Songwriter
Victor Van de Maele
Songwriter
Lyrics
I'm digging for a dream but it slips so quick
Tell me what it means if it does not stick
I think it was obscene
You were there too
I got to pull it by the roots
Close to perfection
This is surreal
Or only perception
And not a done deal?
It's decent advice
But i don't know why
Should i blame you
If you're in my head
Until we crash?
It comes as no surprise that i still see you
I open up my eyes in a bed for two
I'm out of your mind
Pull it by the roots
Spit me out like a flume
Close to perfection
This is surreal
Or only perception
And not a done deal?
It's decent advice
But i don't know why
Should i blame you
If you're in my head
Until we crash?
But no not me, sir
That won't fill the void
So does that paint a picture?
Do you recognise that voice?
But no not me, sir
That won't fill the void
So does that paint a picture?
Do you recognise that voice?
It's decent advice
But i don't know why
Should i blame you
If you're in my head
Until we crash?
But no not me, sir
That won't fill the void
So does that paint a picture?
Do you recognise that voice?
But no not me, sir
Written by: Dries van der Schueren, Jérôme Pringiers, Robbe Van Ael, Tijl De Vis, Victor Van de Maele