bettie serveert - Dust Bunny

Pass the cracks on every weird occasion

You keep your fingers crossed at any time

If I were you I could come up with more solutions why

You put your foot down



Counting feels like something to hang on to

You find the number, try to break the code
I guess by now you figured out there's no conclusion why

You put your foot down



You're nine years old, your body's cold

And underneath the bed the world seems gray

The pain inside your head has gone away