Woorden: Faker. The Familiar.

You see the pitter patter
Of all the things unfathomed
If it's not right don't matter
Give me familiar patterns
On my bike this morning
Given an early warning
You need the time to focus
I want your hocus-pocus

Been chasing tiny angels
Your my deleted stranger
I put you in a cage
I wrote the book on danger
Fell off my bike this morning
I think I broke your calling
I think it's time to wake up

And I can't wait, to see your face
Its been too long
Since I've been in your space
And I've been tired, and I've been bored
And you'll be mine
And I'll be yours

I lost the open window
Look back at what you borrowed
out of the foreign shadow
Fall off your bike tommorow
If there's a day to know you
I'll be the earth below you
I want a drink of water

I can't wait, to see your face

Its been too long
Since I've been in your space
And I've been tired, and I've been bored
And you'll be mine
And I'll be yours

They try to push you under
The bitter beaten hunger
If just one man can plunder
I'm in a state of wonder
When all the terrors breaking
Do you like rollerskating?
Tell me a happy ending
I need a happy ending

You see the pitter patter
of all the things unfathomed
If its not right don't matter
give me familiar patterns
I'm on my bike this morning
Given an early warning
You need the time to focus

I can't wait, to see your face
Its been too long
Since I've been in your space
And I've been tired, and I've been bored
And you'll be mine
And I'll be yours
I can't wait