The more that I see  the less I know

And this time  that's not what I need

I waver between

Go on or just let go

But holding on

Is what I'm used to
When I'm in an undertow

Cote du Rhone

Or the airport courtesy phone

Tell the fortune youre building
Why did you build out of cards
Yeah  what I should have built of stone

But now my planes at the gate and boarding

And I can't do this thing alone unless theres
No more Amsterdam

You made me what I am

And I can't pay in kind

When something precious always ends up
Left behind

Old ways lift and pull

Whole days left half full

Claimed I didnt mind

Later

And when its all done

When you've had your fun

And the smoke lingers on

Burning off beside the paper crown

I put it back on and see how it goes

And wear the lie
As if it had the power to carry you home

And there you are in the hotel bar

Gone

Holding diamonds you traded
Watching the friend who
Once was a paragon
Coming undone

But now my planes at the gate and boarding

And once I hear those engines roaring  there'll be
No more Amsterdam

You made me what I am

And I can't pay in kind

When something precious always ends up
Left behind

Old ways lift and pull(and I can't stay honest)
Whole days left half full

Claimed I didn't mind

The more that I see
The less I know