The New Amsterdams
The New Amsterdams
The New Amsterdams
The New Amsterdams
The New Amsterdams
The New Amsterdams
The New Amsterdams
The New Amsterdams
The New Amsterdams
The New Amsterdams
The New Amsterdams
The New Amsterdams
It's a clandestine arrangement that we never could get to stick
Every night under the table with the sick and the fits
Never cast as the romantic lead but somehow on our feet
We're just waiting to be received and the whole scene sighs relief
Somehow everyone functions with a barely visible scar
Never know the length we'd go was so far, so far
Some nights I see the sun come up but don't remember where it went down
A realist whose time has come, it feels like I'm the only one
Obstacles to overcome, now I don't trust anyone
So, here's to all our vice and our secret double life
I'll sleep with one eye open and maybe you'll save my life
Another cool assed show under the table on the ground
Keep the floorshow up to sound and the light show up to specs
If we drown until we're exhausted it's what nobody expects
Nothing left to lose
Everything to prove
Nothing we can't do
Not anything for you
The words were written wrong
My life imitates your songs
On and on and on
Here's to all our vice and our secret double life
I'll sleep with one eye open, maybe you'll save my life