Your Fridge and I, the Insomniac
It’s in your machine, where I still believe
Woke up at dawn, no one around, only a groan
I felt all alone, in my old home, without a phone
It’s in your machine, where I still believe
It’s in your machine, where I still believe
Sound filled the room, just like a tomb, thick as a fume
I felt all alone, in my old home, without a phone
It’s in your machine, where I still believe
It’s in your machine, where I still believe
Writer/s: Baang Christian, Groulx Martine, Patrick Watson, Serge Pelletier
