At sunset, started on my way across town. I did a little bit of running. Snuck around this time, under the blanket of the night. Held a rose in one hand and your letter in the other.
Lipstick smeared; you knew that I would notice. A picture that I've never seen before tells me things I never could ignore.
I was running in a garden in Amsterdam. The sun was down and in the sky, there was nothing. Try to follow like it's part of the master plan. You say "stop" but I have to keep running. I had looked through your window in the city; your light was out like you knew I was coming. But I was smart enough when you started singing— you said to stay but I was already running.
At sunset, I tried to look sincere. You and I, we are the hidden love of Amsterdam.
To tell the truth, it's getting worse this way. I wanted, when I play this game, to touch your face, to speak your name. But I looked right in your eyes and they burned me down, you burned me down.
I was running in a garden in Amsterdam. The sun was down and in the sky, there was nothing. Try to follow like it's part of the master plan. You say "stop" but I have to keep running. I had looked through your window in the city; your light was out like you knew I was coming. But I was smart enough when you started singing— you said to stay but I was already running.
At sunset, started on my way across town. I did a little bit of running. Snuck around this time, under the blanket of the night. Held a rose in one hand and your letter in the other.
I was running in a garden in Amsterdam. I was running in a garden in Amsterdam. I was running in a garden in Amsterdam. I was running in a garden in Amsterdam.
I was running in a garden in Amsterdam. The sun was down and in the sky, there was nothing. Try to follow like it's part of the master plan. You say "stop" but I have to keep running.
I was running in a garden in Amsterdam. The sun was down and in the sky, there was nothing. Try to follow like it's part of the master plan. You say "stop" but I have to keep running. I had looked through your window in the city; your light was out like you knew I was coming. But I was smart enough when you started singing— you said to stay but I was already running.
I was running in a garden in Amsterdam. The sun was down and in the sky, there was nothing. Try to follow like it's part of the master plan. You say, "Stop!"