(Words and music: André Weet 2005)

A brooding night spent in your room with the boys
Their hands were cold, gave you shivers
You told them the truth and just a few lies
It made them smile, gave you shivers


REF:
It took me half a year to get close to you
It takes another year to know what I will do


O hand me the phone, yes please hand me a gun
This laughter´s wrong gives you shivers
They promised to leave when the pain gets too hard
This certain smile gives you shivers

REF:
It took me half a year to get close to you
It takes another year to know what I will do

And their crimes will fly all around
Never will they stop to feel so proud
But they don´t know what to do...

REF:
It took me half a year to get close to you
It takes another year to know what I will do



André Weet 2005