Belgian Blues

I see your home in my head, and the tower in flames
 I'll sing a song of the dead, the chanson sane
 It's drilling holes in my pocket
 I'll never ever stop yet
 Fill my soul with your docket and your calm frame
 You know I
 You know I
 You know I
 You know I
 The cold wind blows you it's kisses
 The darkness takes them away
 Just a slave to it's wishes
 Just a slave to it's ways
 So go and do your dirty dishes
 Lay restless and suspicious
 Be the prey amongst the hunters that killed your dishes
 Go sing a song of light and hope
 But never believe both
 Go turn the injured to the mains
 With your calm frame
 You know I
 You know I
 You know I
 You know I
 The cold wind blows you it's kisses
 The darkness takes them away
 Just a slave to it's wishes
 Just a slave to it's ways
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 The cold wind blows you it's kisses
 The darkness takes them away, oh
 Just a slave to it's wishes, oh
 Just a slave to it's ways