Daughter - Amsterdam текст песни

Skin off like lightning
Breathing flames from thoraces tray
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 him sleep
I've been thinking that I should see someone
Just to find out if I'm alright


By the morning I will have grown back
By the morning I will have 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
Good night with killing
Our brain cells
Is this called living
Or something else
Or something else

By the morning I will have grown back
By the morning I will have grown back
By the morning I will have grown back
By the morning I will have grown back