Leuk!
Die prijzen moeten ze hier ook eens hanteren bij de grote competities. Zullen de tribunes ook eens vol zitten.
En echt die hoogtes, leuk om onder door te gaan.
Fog on her glasses, From the still steaming tea, A book in her hand, As she casually reads.
A catch in her breath, As the Climax grows near, She's deaf to the world : The book's all she can hear.
She's completely lost now, or perhaps she is found,
In this strange paper world
That's far from the ground.