Family Dinner

No one knows what's in the bag
Mother, father, are you there?
Is this something you have never seen in me?
Can't you see what I conceal?

This is, this is, something, something that I feel
This is, this is, something, something you can't heal
Mother, father, are you there?
So tell me now what makes a man

My naked thoughts are pure and free
Please feel the regret inside of me
Can't we all be sinners instead of being winners?
Like virgin sinners on a family dinner

This is, this is, something, something that I feel
This is, this is, something, something you can't heal
Mother, father, are you there?
So tell me now what makes a man

Can't see a thing right through those trees
I think they belong to me
My mind can't set me free
So I'll be who I'm supposed to be

This is, this is, something, something that I feel
This is, this is, something, something you can't heal
Mother, father, are you there?
So tell me now what makes a man

So now I'm here
Now I'm here
Now, here
Now we're here



Credits
Writer(s): Arno De Ruyte, Jens De Ruyte, Robin Borghgraef, Thomas Pultyn
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