The more that I see, the less I know And this time, that's not what I need I waver between Go on or just let go But holding on Is what I'm used to When I'm in an undertow Good run Or the airport courtesy phone Tell the fortune you're building Why did you build out of cards Yeah, what I should have built of stone But now my plane's at the gate and boarding I can't do this thing alone unless there's No more Amsterdam You made me what I am And I can't pay in kind When something precious always ends up Left behind Old ways, lift and pull Whole days left half full Claimed I didn't mind Later And when it's all done When you've had your fun The smoke lingers on Burning off beside the paper crown I put it back on and see how it goes And wear the lie As if it had the power to carry you home And there you are in the hotel bar Gone Holding diamonds you traded Watching the friend who Once was a paragon Coming undone But now my plane's at the gate and boarding And once I hear those engines roaring, there'll be No more Amsterdam You made me what I am And I can't pay in kind When something precious always ends up Left behind Old ways, lift and pull (and I can't stay honest) Whole days left half full Claimed I didn't mind The more that I see The less I knowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
