Tekster: Thieves And Villains. South America. Drunk In Amsterdam.

I was drunk in Amsterdam
You were a drug, I was a drag
So fucked up I couldn't stand,
so I crawled the whole way back

I saw her once, and swore I was in love
Took a breath and said, "fuck the good, we all die young."
My youth was peeling off my skin, came home changed and wide awake
not the child or the saint, that I left back in the states

And I was,
Drunk in Amsterdam
You were a drug, I was a drag
So fucked up I couldn't stand
so I crawled the whole way back,
The absinthe clouded up my mind
spittin' rings up at the sky
The lull of lights and dizzy eyes
Oh I couldn't break the tide

A lit cigarette, and a drag to lead you in
You were diggin' deep, and I was shedding all this skin
I got caught up in tearing down
the ghosts I left back home
Yeah, we're different people now
Yeah, we all learned to cope

And I was,
Drunk in Amsterdam
You were a drug, I was a drag
So fucked up I couldn't stand
so I crawled the whole way back,
The absinthe clouded up my mind
spittin' rings up at the sky
The lull of lights and dizzy eyes
Oh I couldn't break the tide