Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DeWolff
DeWolff
Performer
Pablo Van De Poel
Pablo Van De Poel
Electric Guitar
Luka van de Poel
Luka van de Poel
Drums
Robin Piso
Robin Piso
Organ
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pablo Van De Poel
Pablo Van De Poel
Lyrics
Luka van de Poel
Luka van de Poel
Composer
Robin Piso
Robin Piso
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DeWolff
DeWolff
Producer

Lyrics

Poor Delilah, a girl on a mission Found me in the street thought I was dead Killed me a songbird that flew without permission Landed on a golden riverbed yeah Brewing some devise of sorts Gimme time, I'll drink it up Never will she see my face again I told you I'm travelled Told you I'm witty But I'm ill-advised A short-sighted fool And then the virus Where did it come from To tell us what we do it ain't a job Almost crying It's almost funny The man with all the money is a-growling through the streets In a three piece suit, it don't take much But a hollowed out dream with a Rolex watch Asking for a favor for a friend yeah Told you he traveled Told you he witty Told you his starship's adrift Show me the devil Buy me a thrill and I might hop along Your merry song Are you my savior You time-traveling tramp Tell me bout the melodies you have What are your principles? Who do you rely on When all of your old beliefs are dead? Delilah I'll do right by you You fixed me up when I knew All my chances I blew Right out into the streets again A three piece suit, it don't take much But a hollowed out dream with a Rolex watch Asking for a favor for a friend yeah Are you my savior You time-traveling tramp Tell me bout the victories you had What are your principles? Who do you rely on When all of your old beliefs are dead dead dead dead yeah
Writer(s): Robin Piso, Luka Van De Poel, Pablo P A Poel Van De Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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