Don’t send me back, don’t send me home
It’s too full of the ghosts I know
I am a wayward son, I am a wrecking ball
I’m at the gates, I wait in hope
Frozen by the eastern cold
I was in Berlin, I was on my own

HENGELO I AM SO GLAD
FOR EVERYTHING I CARRY ON MY BACK
HENGELO I WAS SO SCARED
UP TO MY NECK IN DEBT
OH HENGELO

When waves pull back the seabed shows
When cash dries up you’re just skin and bones
I was in Berlin, I was on my own

HENGELO I AM SO GLAD
FOR EVERYTHING I CARRY ON MY BACK
HENGELO I WAS SO SCARED
UP TO MY NECK IN DEBT
OH HENGELO