(Peters) Hello my name is Mr Reasonable Always willing to lend an ear I am amazed by all your senseless talking And the silly notions I hear You said
(Hofstede) Johnny and Betty they [dreamed?] Of all the beautiful things They had seen inside a magazine And he was reading lots of different books and
(Peters) I can't sleep Counting sheep The hours slowly slip away Half past one Half past two Someone please tell me what to do I'll fix myself a drink
(Peters) Looking out my window Looking at this dirty part of town Looking out my window Cold eyes looking cold eyes looking down You should see them going
(Hofstede) Look at all the pictures Look at all the words Even if it's not true They will write it They are making money Of your private life Coming to
(Hofstede/Kloet/Stips - Hofstede) [Instrumental]
The words of this song were improvised during the recording and will make no sense on paper
(Hofstede/Kloet/Stips - Hofstede) Wake me up Sunray On this bright sunny summerday Leave my bed Bike in head Clear blue sky Bird and kite On this day
(Hofstede) Indoor painting - outdoor sketching Ceci n'est pas une pipe
(Hofstede/Kloet/Stips - Hofstede) Oh when, when will I see you Oh when, when will I see you On a highway in a car On a river in a boat In a town where
She does not even warn me Or tells me she's coming tomorrow But suddenly she's there - On my doorstep She does not even cry - Cry like the other girls
(Hofstede) He lives in a bungalow He lives in a bungalow Sits on a couch and Looks at a color show He lives in a bungalow He lives in a bungalow Different
(Hofstede/Kloet/Stips - Hofstede) I met her In a shop Downtown She was buying a hat With a feather Brown She said Or red That's all she said That's all
(Peters) Girl you look so pale you need a holiday Why not take a break in the Scottish hills This turned out to be a very bad advice That I [do?] regret
(Hofstede/Kloet/Stips - Hofstede) Once on a cold grey morning I was walking home alone The traffic light in the falling rain The unanswered phone I was
(Hofstede/Kloet/Stips - Hofstede) I spent some time alone In an old country home Where the wallpaper looked like a landscape In a foreign land I took
I don't want to sleep tonight Outside it's raining No one's complaining But me I don't want to talk today No one is staying Everybody's flying away What
(Hofstede) She's so innocent He's so different On this mountain in Switzerland She knows nothing 'bout boys He had too much choice On this mountain in