Lyrics The Contract - Hooverphonic

Did you really think about creating?
A masterpiece rarely presents
Itself at the door of your Imagination

Accept these conditions
Even if there is not
Not much to accept

Red lights don't ever give much hope
The gloom insights desperate people stow
The door leads you to virtual recreation
That's as addictive as the worst sentimental sow

Did you really think about creating
A masterpiece rarely presents
Itself at the door of your
Imagination

Accept these conditions
Even if there is not
Not much to accept

But even in these dark days of aggression
You'll find someone to caress
Someone to hold

These arms of the door of a new sensation
This door will lead you to a new
To a new goal, goal, goal