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
An empty house will leave you fatherless
The cycle is coming around like my mother did, but it's in her blood
Oh, my brother
You've gotten over it, gotten older yet
But it's only what our hearts will power
I think I might have found the smoking gun
My thoughts trail off for hours
I think the time has come to be the one
An empty house will leave you fatherless
The cycle is coming around like my mother did but it's in her blood
For the love of another, if the habit fits then you must admit
It's only what our hearts will power
I think I might have found the smoking gun
My thoughts trail off for hours
Maybe the time has come to be the one