Amsterdam

Take the boat out for a ride before it sails away

Counting years upon my life I'm still swimming out to bay

Spent the day getting so high I can't figure out one thing to say

I'm stained green, and red, and dead

Pass the street the bells and bikes feelin like life is a movie

Pencil in our don'ts and likes and the adjectives are all so groovy

Cross the trail through illusion, and confusion in every word

Is a sentence so absurd, when feelings can be heard

Like a whisper in my dream, I need to sleep again

I know that I fall, in every breath that I forget to breathe