I see that face in the mirror
and I think I can’t stand it
you’re wounds are open
and you’ve lost your selfrespect
is this hell or is this heaven
made of sand that’s gone with one blow

in a minute i’ll be there and watch you
in a minute i’ll be there and watch you
in a minute i’ll be there and watch you
in a minute i’ll be there and watch you

feelin’ guilty is such as common
as grass, it’s growin’ everywhere
and only dies when there’s no rain
and rain is food for livin’, food for livin’

in a minute i’ll be there and watch you
in a minute i’ll be there and watch you
in a minute i’ll be there and watch you
in a minute i’ll be there and watch you
the game, the game, the game
I’m a slave of myself
in a minute i’ll be there and watch you
in a minute i’ll be there and watch you
in a minute i’ll be there and watch you
in a minute i’ll be there and watch you



(c) Tekst & Muziek; De Blaauw