The city skies have turned to black
So many thoughts, you’re losing track
The landscape’s dark
It’s welcoming no-one
The clothes you wear are almost dry
Dissolving in the swarthy sky
Already gone
You’re waiting for no-one
Tell me where did your blood flow
What makes your skin glow
Why did your sons go follow the rainbow
Why is your mood so low
Abandoned streets and broken stones
In Rotterdam, the neighbours moan
And all the while
You’re waiting for no-one
Tell me where did your blood flow
What makes your skin glow
Why did your sons go follow the rainbow
Why is your mood so low
I knew your name, you were my aid
It took some time to contemplate
But then I named you working class woman
Tell me where did your blood flow
What makes your skin glow
Why did your sons go follow the rainbow
Why is your mood so low