Texty písní Bettie Serveert

Bettie Serveert

Healthy Sick

No one can stop it all

from crashing down to shit

Push to feel something more

than just the sound of it

Time, time is the magic truth of story

Sometimes magic is so very, very boring.

It's a healthy kind of sick

a slow sort of quick

I'm very sad, I don't feel bad at all

It's a different sort of sane

a crazy kind of sane

A feeling without a name

that they call Love....

Because I have my doubts

I know it must be true

I've watched the dream die every day

I don't know what to do

I know it's only fear that makes me wonder

But I wonder why I'm so afraid

Yes, I wonder why I'm so afraid