HAT
The Train
(Hofstede/Kloet/Stips - Hofstede)
Once on a cold grey morning
I was walking home alone
The traffic light in the falling rain
The unanswered phone
I was so sad and lonely
On a lonesome avenue
So sad and lonely
What could I do
Once I opened a drawer
In a room of a strange hotel
I saw a photograph of you
You looked so sad and lonely
On a lonesome avenue
So sad and lonely
What could I do
Once in a railway station
In the city where I live
The windows were like mirrors
In this train
'Hey, what you're doing with your life'
Blue
(Hofstede/Kloet/Stips - Hofstede)
I'm missing my friend
I'm missing her again
And I don't know why
Why
Is
The
Sky
Blue
Blue
Blue
Blue
Blue
The Dream
(Hofstede/Kloet/Stips - Hofstede)
I was walking down
A sunny street in town
In a dream
She was standing
In the shadow of a tree
In a dream
In my dream
She invited me
Inside her house to see
The walls were black
Black and white
Just like a woodcut
Printed down
In a dream
In my dream
And the wheel is turning
And the wheel is burning
And the wheel sung
O E O E O E O E O
On the table was a box of mica
Where I could see through
She said 'ruby'
I said 'red'
To me it looks like honey dew
Like your skin too
The Bauhaus Chair
(Hofstede/Kloet/Stips - Hofstede)
Suddenly you came to see me
After all those years
You said 'hello'
Time has been a friend
In the town without a home
I went
I'm so alone again
I miss the Bauhaus chair
I miss the Bauhaus chair
Can you turn back
All the pages with the photographs
Can you see that
All the faces
All the houses in the town will fade
The friends that you have made
I take the Bauhaus chair
I take the Bauhaus chair
The Hat
(Hofstede/Kloet/Stips - Hofstede)
I met her
In a shop
Downtown
She was buying a hat
With a feather
Brown
She said
Or red
That's all she said
That's all she said
'BROWN'
When the rain falls
On our head
Think
Think
Of the time
When we met
In a shop
Downtown
Feather
Brown
She said
Or red
That's all she said
BROWN
No one knows she's still there
No one knows she's still there
Now
Open the door
And walk inside
The House
(Hofstede/Kloet/Stips - Hofstede)
I spent some time alone
In an old country home
Where the wallpaper looked like a landscape
In a foreign land
I took some walks alone
Around this old country home
And the landscape looked like the wallpaper
Time's slipping away
Time's slipping away
Time's slipping away
In the rooms of this home
I saw the pictures of the family still young
And I knew they were all dead and gone.