I may paint myself as insincere
If you ask me how I’m doing I will tell you, what you want to hear
But it takes time till I can draw you near
I’m gonna wrestle with my demons in the low light in the hope this fog will clear

Maybe tomorrow, again
Maybe tomorrow, by chance
And I’ll leave a light where it began
Amsterdam

Late night pictures in a photo booth
Acting all wild and reckless like there’s nothing left to lose
Never learnt to wear it on my sleeve
You waiting on me so patiently but in the end you had to leave

Songs enfolded in the cool night air
Bathing in the headlights, bare feet, in that summer dress
I still feel you weighing on my chest
What hurts most is knowing that things got left unsaid

Now the fog I’m wading through is getting heavy
And all the sparkle has run out of this old town
Every stone here bears a piece, of our history
Ain’t no search party could ever find me now

Maybe tomorrow, again
Maybe tomorrow, by chance
And I’ll leave a light where it began
Amsterdam.