Verhalen Vertellen

Your words, they're like knives,
Only sharp on both sides,
Your words, they're just like bullets
Expect they leave me half alive

Your smile is a revolving door

With one way in or out

So afterwards it’s all the same

Expect I’m spun around

Your touch is like a fever

At the same time hot and cold

Your voice is like a stormy wind

Light and uncontrolled

Your eyes are like an ocean trench

Dangerous and unexplored

And when I dare to take the dive

I catch my breath and return for more

(vandaag besloot ik dat ik een conceptalbum ga schrijven, dus allemaal liedjes die samen een verhaal vertellen. Het begin is er al)