كلمات Hengelo

Don't send me back, don't send me home It's too full of the ghosts I know I am a wayward son, I am a wrecking ball I'm at the gates, I wait in hope Frozen by the eastern cold I was in Berlin, I was on my own Hengelo, I am so glad For everything I carry on my back Hengelo, I was so scared Up to my neck in debt Oh, Hengelo Oh, Hengelo When waves pull back the seabed shows When cash dries up you're just skin and bones I was in berlin, I was on my own Hengelo, I am so glad For everything I carry on my back Hengelo, I was so scared Up to my neck in debt Oh, Hengelo Hengelo, I am so glad For everything I carry on my back Hengelo, I was so scared Up to my neck in debt Oh, Hengelo, I am so glad For everything I carry on my back Oh, Hengelo, I was so scared Up to my neck in debt