Producer: Stan Vreeken/Marieke Smit/Jasper Slijderink
Lyrics: Marieke Smit
Music: Marieke Smit
I'm trying to find the words to fix the same old song
a needle that's been stuck inside the groove too long
It's hard at times to find the rhyme and reason to keep me
from falling into pieces
But then you pick me up with your love
Yeah you light the fire in my tired bones
and you do what you do and you do it so well
We’ll find a little house where you can write and I can play
my songs
A place of our own
A place to call home
And if a storm is raging all around us then at least we’ll
know
a place of our own
A place we belong
When I'm talking out of tune and I'm not thinking straight
Tied up in a tangle like a worn out tape
When the dream's too real and all the world feels much too
fake
I just can't help but run away
Then you press pause to my endless thoughts
You, you have faith when I don’t have faith enough
Yeah you, you do and you do it so well
We’ll find a little house where you can write and I can play
my songs
A place of our own
A place to call home
And if a storm is raging all around us then at least we’ll
know
A place of our own
A place we belong
The world can be a cold place to face alone
Getting caught up in the ratrace
The ticking of the clock and you work your fingers to the
bone
Oh it's a steeplechase that never is done
Oh the world can be a cold place
That's why we’ll find a little house where you can write and I
can play my songs
A place of our own
A place to call home
And if the storm is raging all around us then at least we’ll
know
a place of our own
A place we belong