I know a place where you and I could hide
I know a place where you and I could fight
I know a place
Words and ways enabled you to fight
Her embrace that came across and died
But I know a place
Where you and I could hide from the fire
Under a big chair
A black box
For us
Games and toys could never be that strong
To feed the hope that something better comes along
But I will still be me
In a way that you will never be
Under a big chair
A black box
For us
I am a white sheet, supposed to be filled
You didn't work, took less
It wasn't I, did I?
I know a place where you and I could hide
I know a place where you and I might die
I know a place
Where you and I could hide to die
Uder a big chair
A black box
For us
© tekst en muziek: Tom Pintens – Benjamin Boutreur