Tekst:
Come outdoors, you'll soon be trashed and
Swept away The thought in your heart
It makes you so afraid you'll
Never come outside again
This is a song that I wrote for you,
But you will never receive it
You always carefully lock your doors
Detest all kinds of whatever May I persuade
You to go on holding on to this song?
National Geographic's Dangerzone isn't much
Of a help It leaves you pegged down to your
Seat at home All alone
Analyse the papers and you'll conclude that
It's very dangerous to go outside nowadays
There is a chance that a plain falls down
Right on top of your headwhile you least
Expect it to so But get a grip on your own
Life and look way beyond
You sit hours on your own
What does it take to get you out of there?
Swept away The thought in your heart
It makes you so afraid you'll
Never come outside again
This is a song that I wrote for you,
But you will never receive it
You always carefully lock your doors
Detest all kinds of whatever May I persuade
You to go on holding on to this song?
National Geographic's Dangerzone isn't much
Of a help It leaves you pegged down to your
Seat at home All alone
Analyse the papers and you'll conclude that
It's very dangerous to go outside nowadays
There is a chance that a plain falls down
Right on top of your headwhile you least
Expect it to so But get a grip on your own
Life and look way beyond
You sit hours on your own
What does it take to get you out of there?
