by An Pierle on album Helium Sunset (Nouvelle Version)

I haven't got the brains To say wise things To tell true things When you laugh I haven't got the strength To tell you straight things 'Cause they are different For everyone Message blows at the sun

by An Pierle on album Helium Sunset

I haven't got the brains To say wise things To tell true things When you laugh I haven't got the strength To tell you straight things 'Cause they are different For everyone Message blows at the sun

by An Pierle on album Helium Sunset

I haven't got the brains To say wise things To tell true things When you laugh I haven't got the strength To tell you straight things 'Cause they are different For everyone Message blows at the sun

by An Pierle on album Helium Sunset (Nouvelle Version)

I haven't got the brains To say wise things To tell true things When you laugh I haven't got the strength To tell you straight things 'Cause they are different For everyone Message blows at the sun

by An Pierle on album Helium Sunset

I haven't got the brains To say wise things To tell true things When you laugh I haven't got the strength To tell you straight things 'Cause they are different For everyone Message blows at the sun

by An Pierle on album Helium Sunset

I haven't got the brains To say wise things To tell true things When you laugh I haven't got the strength To tell you straight things 'Cause they are different For everyone Message blows at the sun

by An Pierle on album Helium Sunset

I haven't got the brains To say wise things To tell true things When you laugh I haven't got the strength To tell you straight things 'Cause they are different For everyone Message blows at the sun

by Hootie & The Blowfish on album The Hootie & the Blowfish Collection

by Hootie & The Blowfish on album Hootie & the Blowfish

by Hootie & The Blowfish on album Hootie & the Blowfish

by An Pierle on album Studio Brussel Eigen Kweek Deel 1

It's cold outside And the paint's peeling off of my walls. There's a man outside In a long coat, grey hat, smoking a cigarette. Now the light fades out And i wonder what i'm doing in a room like this

by An Pierle on album Studio Brussel Eigen Kweek Deel 1

It's cold outside And the paint's peeling off of my walls. There's a man outside In a long coat, grey hat, smoking a cigarette. Now the light fades out And i wonder what i'm doing in a room like this

by An Pierle on album Random

It's cold outside And the paint's peeling off of my walls. There's a man outside In a long coat, grey hat, smoking a cigarette. Now the light fades out And i wonder what i'm doing in a room like this

by An Pierle on album Studio Brussel Eigen Kweek Deel 1

It's cold outside And the paint's peeling off of my walls. There's a man outside In a long coat, grey hat, smoking a cigarette. Now the light fades out And i wonder what i'm doing in a room like this

by An Pierle on album Random: A Tribute to Gary Numan

It's cold outside And the paint's peeling off of my walls. There's a man outside In a long coat, grey hat, smoking a cigarette. Now the light fades out And i wonder what i'm doing in a room like this

by An Pierle on album Big in Belgium

It's cold outside And the paint's peeling off of my walls. There's a man outside In a long coat, grey hat, smoking a cigarette. Now the light fades out And i wonder what i'm doing in a room like this

by An Pierle on album Bel 90: Het beste uit de Belpop van 1996

It's cold outside And the paint's peeling off of my walls. There's a man outside In a long coat, grey hat, smoking a cigarette. Now the light fades out And i wonder what i'm doing in a room like this

by An Pierle on album HUMO's Rock Rally 1996: Finale

It's cold outside And the paint's peeling off of my walls. There's a man outside In a long coat, grey hat, smoking a cigarette. Now the light fades out And i wonder what i'm doing in a room like this

by Arbouretum on album Song of the Rose

by As Do They Fall on album The Pure Strain of Boozercore

Hey, hey, baby, what are you looking around? Creepy frozen spirits and creatures unbound Things we do in half-shade People make their price to feel insane And the guiles inside your lies Now turn dust