Peppermint - Plastic Operator, Mathieu Gendreau, Pieter Van Dessel

Knocking on an open door

it doesn’t feel like coming home

i look around and watch my steps

one glimpse of you — and i go back

my peppermint, my sweetest thing

you cannot lose cause i can’t win

it must be hard to tell a lie

when i ask «what is on your mind»

from the outside you are sweet

but you hold my hand to fight

sentimental times

careful when you look for more

adjust the vision of your scope

it’s kind of sad to see

you’re all i need but i am incomplete

my peppermint, my sweetest thing

you’ll never lose cause i can’t win

you took my heart and that is fine

do it over if you forgot why

from the outside you are sweet

but you hold my hand to fight

sentimental times