C’était au temps où Bruxelles chantait
Give me what the others couldn’t. Be a stepping stone.
Give away your secrets day by day – like that day when we discovered the stables of Napoleon at the back of an antique shop.
Reveal more of those winter nights that proved a lot warmer than the barometer had said. As if we were on holiday.
I’ll wave away your scent of piss and dirt, I’ll see the shades in the grey and I’ll try not to run into your darker side at night.
I know that excitement never comes without a risk.
So I’m not asking you to lose your authenticity, just be kind to me.