Sunday Night at Den Engel
Twenty to twenty-one
Try hold you
As time throws you to the world
With closed eyes
Twenty to twenty-one
Just one more then, we're in heaven
Rain hits the cobblestone
Outside
Many's the slip between the hand and the hip
Between the shore and the ship
You say, ooh la la, but
You loosen your grip
And silently sip
'Cos you can never turn it back to
Twenty to twenty-one
Rip it up now, start it over
Anticipate the drop
A wry smile
Twenty to twenty-one
Just one more then, we're in heaven
Rain hits the cobblestone
Outside
Many's the slip between the hand and the hip
Between the shore and the ship
You say, ooh la la, but
Many's the slip between the hand and the hip
Between the shore and the ship
You say, ooh la la, but
Many's the slip between the hand and the hip
Between the shore and the ship
You say, ooh la la, but
You loosen your grip
And silently sip
'Cos you can never turn it back to
Sunday night at Den Engel
Corner seat, you and me
Sunday night at Den Engel
And what might have been
Take it all back
Fading to back
A panic attack
You just know you're fading to black
A panic attack
But you can never turn it back to
Sunday night at Den Engel
Corner seat, you and me
Sunday night at Den Engel
And what might have been
Sunday night at Den Engel
Corner seat, you and me
Sunday night at Den Engel
And what might have been
Try hold you
As time throws you to the world
With closed eyes
Twenty to twenty-one
Just one more then, we're in heaven
Rain hits the cobblestone
Outside
Many's the slip between the hand and the hip
Between the shore and the ship
You say, ooh la la, but
You loosen your grip
And silently sip
'Cos you can never turn it back to
Twenty to twenty-one
Rip it up now, start it over
Anticipate the drop
A wry smile
Twenty to twenty-one
Just one more then, we're in heaven
Rain hits the cobblestone
Outside
Many's the slip between the hand and the hip
Between the shore and the ship
You say, ooh la la, but
Many's the slip between the hand and the hip
Between the shore and the ship
You say, ooh la la, but
Many's the slip between the hand and the hip
Between the shore and the ship
You say, ooh la la, but
You loosen your grip
And silently sip
'Cos you can never turn it back to
Sunday night at Den Engel
Corner seat, you and me
Sunday night at Den Engel
And what might have been
Take it all back
Fading to back
A panic attack
You just know you're fading to black
A panic attack
But you can never turn it back to
Sunday night at Den Engel
Corner seat, you and me
Sunday night at Den Engel
And what might have been
Sunday night at Den Engel
Corner seat, you and me
Sunday night at Den Engel
And what might have been
Credits
Writer(s): Aj Kelleher
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