Hear the door slammingnow it is already getting cold in herehear him yellingthis may be my last thoughtsCan you smell the anger?can you feel it too?can you see the fireburning in his eyes?He yellsthat I’m the one to blamewhy isn’t everythingstill the sameCan you smell the anger?can you feel it too?can you see the fireburning in his eyes?Maybe I should be runningby nowbut I know he’ll get mesomehow
Dankjullie en Laura, ik had er ook nog aan zitten te denken een songtekst te maken, maar dan ben ik er te bewust mee bezig en word het vaak wat afgeraffelt.