Lyrics:

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 you're building
Why did you build out of cards
Yeah, what I should have built of stone

But now my plane's at the gate and boarding
And I can't do this thing alone unless there's
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 didn't mind
Later And when it's 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 plane's 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