Amsterdam

Skin off like lightning

Breathing flames from tourist trade

Your eyes go quite frightening

You lock your gaze on to my face

Heavy eye crawling on the roadside

Swinging from the street lights

I hope by the morning I will have grown back

By the morning I will have grown back

I'll escape with him

Show him all my skin

Then I'll go

I'll go home

Amsterdam

I'm a flying kite in the breeze just

Restlessly seeking images a child needs to help them sleep

I've been thinking that I should see someone

Just to find out if I'm alright

By the morning I would've grown back

By the morning I would've grown back

I'll escape with him

Showing all my skin

Then I'll go

I'll go home

Amsterdam

I used to dream of

Adventure

When I was younger

With lungs miniature

But now we're killing

Our brain cells

Is this called living?

Or something else

Or something else

(Tell me to calm down, tell me to calm down)

Or something else

(Tell me to calm down, tell me to calm down)

By the morning I would've grown back

(Tell me to calm down, tell me to calm down)

By the morning I would've grown back

(Tell me to calm down, tell me to calm down)

By the morning I would've grown back

(Tell me to calm down, tell me to calm down)

By the morning I would've grown back