(This is a song about...)
(This is a song about...)
(A Cold brew)
(A Coffee)
(And a cup of tea...
When we walk around,in the winter, cold cold winter in Amsterdam)
(That's right)
(And we're together)
(And we're together you know...)
Oh I can't, I can't
I can't tell the story...
I let my sister, my best friend...
The one and only to tell the story, the whole story...
And please welcome, Elda Suryani, come on Elda...
White,
And shades of grey above my body
Even the brightest yellow
(Once again, once again)
I went to the attic
The one I've always dreamed
And quietly applause the rain
For the dramatic scene
I breathe as if I smoke, a joint
(This is a song about...)
(This is a song about...)
(This is a song about...)
(You know, this is a song about...)
Maybe a tea or...
Maybe a tea or a coffee...
Maybe a tea or coffee, or chocolate, or just something hot and sweet
Oh, oh now wait
The buildings,
With the window waffle with the eyes of cookies
And the topping of judges hair on the supreme court, you know
(This is a song about...)
(This is a song about...)
(You know, this is a song about...)
(This is a song about...)
Hhmm yeaaa...
O maybe o maybe, hot tea...
And the birds, and the birds, and ooh...
Your skin is dry...
It's what I heard...
Is from the Attic, with a song from the blue bird
When I walk in the Canals, where the blue boats
And the lovers and around, still around
As if I breathe, as if I walk, and as I saw
(This is a song about...)
(You know)
(This is a song about...)
(So interesting)
(This is a song about...)
(You know)
(You know, this is a song about the guitar...)
(So interesting)
Hhmm yeaaa...
So I let myself bare feet
With the coldest wood floor
So I let myself bare feet
With the coldest wood floor
So I let myself bare feet
With the coldest wood floor
So I let, so I let... myself bare feet
With the coldest wood floor
With the coldest...
With the coldest...
With the coldest...
With the coldest...
With the coldest...
With the coldest...
With the coldest...
(So interesting)