the pursuit of fun as defined over on gate street you left it behind some time ago in this town when the air has no colour no scent and your memory just dont work right the faces the names where the chrome wheels speak and the bodies entangle theres an upbeat song she likes to hum along in this town where air has no colour no scent and your memory just dont work right the faces the names ive been away you have kept track of the time dont be afraid youll be safe with me lets go inside in this town when the air has no colour no scent and your memory just dont work right the faces the names all over the place looking for her looking for her shes out of place and out of her mind one day shell be mine this warm embrace i found you at last i found you at last cause you lost control you like it too much come with me tonight
['belgian indie', 'belgian rock']