We Still Grow
Barend Fransen, Ferdi Lancee
In moments stolen from the ocean of time
Beyond the everlasting balance of mind
In the flow and field of music and rhyme
As a side effect of passion defying
We grow, oooh we still grow
Yeah, we grow, oooh we still grow
Like the sweet taste of a burgundy wine
Like the anchor of your heart borderline
We grow, oooh we still grow
Yeah, we grow, oooh we still grow