Reality plays games, it’s a funny thing
I don’t know what I feel, not sure if it’s real
I promised “forever” to lust or to love
Yes, told her “forever”, and meant it of course

You really could have been the love of my life
All my senses enjoy: your taste, touch and jive
I’m fated to choose, to lust and to love
I told her “forever” and meant it, my love

I want to be your weatherman
In every circumstance

When the winter closes in
And the crows fill the sky
When are houses are cold
And the flames turn gold
I call for you

Shivering through the night
Barking like a dog
Seeking for human shelter
I wanna sleep like a log
I see light in dirty smog
What a relief

(c) Sabbe/Deforche//Van Oyen