Seventeen days in a room
With drawn shades and no clues
Just the sweat in my hands
Did I do great or just good
Am I a goodlooking dude
And what is true romance

Once in a book
Someone said
Grab the hook
unless you want to

Drown in a deep pool
of tenderness and fools
and fool around
With every word in town
Like poets do
When they just can't get through
Admit you hit the rock
They call the writer's block

Seventeen weeks on the streets
Hear no tongues, see no cheeks
And I pity my hands
Avenues A, B and C
Hide their secrets for me
And in D they don't dance

Once in a bar
Someone called
You bizar
Because you want to

Drown in a deep pool
Of loneliness and fools
And fool around
With every kick in town
Like sailors do
You stroll the avenue
The place you dock
They call the writer's block

Avenues A, B and C
Hide their secrects for me
And on D they don't dance
Makes me want to
Drown in a deep pool
Of emptiness and fools
And fool around
With every key in town
I recommend
That place around the bend
The doors are locked
Welcome to writer's Block

(c) PJDS
Tekst: Pieter-Jan De Smet
Muziek: Mirko Banovic, Geoffrey Burton, Pieter-Jan De Smet en Frederik Van Den Berghe