Lyrics Bettie Serveert

Bettie Serveert

D. Feathers

What a wonderful solution.

Now we all can rest our weary heads and go to bed.

And you pretend it's all illusion,

so I can pretend my mind is dead.

What a wonderful solution.

Now the wings have clipped the bird instead

and claimed it's head.

But in the midst of all confusion,

remember what D. Feathers said.

I can't trust the things I see,

for I can only trust in me.

And if the whole world should drop dead,

I'll build my own inside my head.

What a wonderful solution.

Now we all can finally turn our heads

on what's been said.

But in the midst of all confusion,

remember what D. Feathers said.

I can't trust the things I see,

for I can only trust in me.

And if the whole world should drop dead,

I'll build my own inside my head.