We found a cure in a lucid dream
lying on the edge of a double bed
staring up at the ceiling fan
staring up off the walls.

we're not as pure as we felt we were
I am the P.A. with a power floor
and i talk when I'm asked
and i talk when I'm masked

OHhhhhhh aaaa

And what's the difference if i throw it away:
in Amsterdam

think with my mouth,
and talk with my hands:
In Amsterdam.

Don't wanna leave with so much unseen
Don't wanna live out my old mans dreams
But i'm stil posing for the picture
take my slice of the prize

Another victim of Miss Apathy
she's travelled far,
and now she rests her feet,
where she wants.
and she does,
and she's falling asleep on the couch.

Lyrics submitted by Charlestoned

Amsterdam song meanings
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