Woorden: The Hampdens. Ambre Solaire.

Wondering the lost soul of the sun
The myth sold on my soul
Staring at a seaside overrun
Am I the only one?
Who keeps watching that house
No more half past por favor
Four is mistled in my bong
Hour of drinks and I want more
Cos I can't keep them down
I keep watching that house

This is my and next you sigh
Although it feels like one
There's no why
At the thought of how just like to ...

Sitting on a picture of the sun
With a cocktail in my hand
Staring at imposters all around
Am I the only one, who keeps watching that house?

Boss says half past por favor
The only thing I see
Turn my face towards the door
No telling when they'll come
I keep watching that house

This is night and next years sign
Although it feels like one
There's no why
At the thought of how just like to say ...
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