Plan Your Escape
Antoine Wielemans, Lionel Van Cauwenberghe
I sing a song in the dark
Cause I’m down in the luck
Of those treasures we’ve found
When we dug up the ground
I spend the days and the nights
Watching friends and their wives
Me unlocked in the songs
We made as we were young
My blood froze up in my veins
While you stared at the floor
If I had a gun in my hand
Would I see in the end
Of this life on the rack
Something I could regret?
Or would I smile to the world
Leave it when it gets cold
Thank you for what I’ve got
Fuck you for what I’m not
My blood froze up in my veins
While I stared at the floor
You know some planets are gone
And I plan my escape