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