; Lyrics - Zing Mee met de Radio

Editors - Papillon

Make our escape, you're my own Papillon.
Will turns too fast, feel love before it's gone.
It kicks like a sleep twitch!
My papillon, feel love when it shone.
It kicks like a sleep twitch!

Darling, just don't put down your guns yet.
If there really was a God here,
He'd have raised a hand by now.
Now darling, you're born, get old and die here.
Well, that's quite enough for me.
We'll find our own way home somehow.

No sense of doubt or what you could achieve.
Well, I've found you out, I've seen the life you wish to leave,
But when it kicks like a sleep twitch,
You will choke, choke on the air you try to breathe.
It kicks like a sleep twitch!

Darling, now just don't put down your guns yet.
If there really was a God here,
He'd have raised a hand by now.
Darling, well, you're born, get old and die here.
Well, that's quite enough for me, dear.
We'll find our own way home somehow.

It kicks like a sleep twitch!
It kicks like a sleep twitch!