Belgium

A dream on the fly
My lungs are so tired
Your green eyes
The only thing I like

Long is the night
Your loud voice might
Wake me from the vision
Where I'm out of sight

Belgium's high
Belgium's on my mind
It is the type
That owns my native life

Belgium's fine
Belgium's in the sky
And every time
It's off the dark side

Everyone's where
One wishes to be
You sleep in the land
That no one can't see

You are not what
You are trying to fake
I know you are tender
Fragile, you pretender

Belgium's high
Belgium's on my mind
It is the type
That owns my native life

Belgium's fine
Belgium's in the sky
And every time
It's off the dark side

Belgium's high
Belgium's on my mind
It is the type
That owns my native life

Belgium's fine
Belgium's in the sky
And every time
It's off the dark side