Miss I can't
Help but stand
By the bed
This our bed
That you made
It's your trade
To make the best
Out of a mess
I don't care
To get in
You unaware
Of the din
High up there

Miss I don't
Know if I won't
Go too far
Leave a scar
When I leave
Like a thief
Without catch
Now you stretch
Out your arms
Without
Any qualms
About 
Me in there

Miss you could
Show me good
Things don't die
They just fly
In and Out
I don't doubt
You tonight
We're inside
This is you
This is warm
This is true
Not alarmed
By what's out there

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