Telephone
Wubbo Siegers, Koen van de Wardt
Beg, honey, beg for more
I was too fond and poor
Just leave your number, your number in my telephone
Pray until all your days are just hazy and gray
And be aware of the headlights coming your way
Let me in, let me in
I have a safer bunker to stay in
Let me in, let me in
I have a safer bunker to stay in
Run through the space where I hope that we collide
It was always just an option to stay on your side
And shape me into this master that you want me to be
I'll be dead before you know, before you want me to be
Let me in, let me in
I have a safer bunker to stay in
Let me in, let me in
I have a safer bunker to stay in