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

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