Radar
Patricia Vanneste
This room you’re striving for
I’m sure it stands no more
Left you on your own
With a single moan
Today is a faster one
The evening has long begun
When the cold is off
Phony turns to rough
And I listen to a radar
And I listen to a radar
For better or for worse
It means that I am cursed
Can you tell me now
Is it good for us?
What is all beneath?
It’s not what is seems to be
Will we hold on to?
Will you make some room?
And I listen to a radar
And I listen to a radar
And I listen to a radar
And I listen to a radar