ALBUM REVIEW: Noctambulist II: De Droom
De kinderdroom die is dan dood. Maar de man in mij zet voort.
De kinderdroom die is dan dood. Maar de man in mij zet voort.
Boy like a bruise, cutting strings on your balloons. Tell me what am I to do when you’re away?
Just a thousand more afternoons till I’m with you.
Do you think the stars care?
Will I always be a devil on your shoulder?
Endure the fate you earn.
We merge and melt as one, our skin everlong.
Patience, that’s all we need.
Familiar warmth finds you.