Amsterdam (4Ad Session)

　　Amsterdam (4Ad Session) - Daughter

　　Skin off like lighting

　　Breathing flames from thoraces tray

　　Your eyes go gray finding

　　You lock your gaze on to my face

　　Heavy eye clothing 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 was thinking that I should see someone

　　Just to find out that 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

　　Amsterdam

　　I used to dream of

　　Adventure

　　When I was younger

　　With lungs miniature

　　Good night with killing

　　Our brain cells

　　Is this called living

　　Or something else

　　Or something else

　　Or something else

　　Or something else

　　Or something else

　　By the morning I would've grown back

　　By the morning I would've grown back

　　By the morning I would've grown back

　　By the morning I would've grown back