the more that i see the less i know and this time thats not what i need i waver between go on or just let go but holding on is what im used to when im in an undertow cote du rhone or the airport courtesy phone tell the fortune youre building why did you build out of cards what i should have built of stone but now my planes at the gate and boarding and i cant do this thing alone unless theres no more amsterdam you made me what i am and i cant pay in kind when something precious always ends up left behind old ways lift and pull whole days left half full claimed i didnt mind later and when its all done when youve 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 planesat the gate and boarding and once i hear those engines roaring therell be no more amsterdam you made me what i am and i cant pay in kind when something precious always ends up left behind old ways lift and pull whole days left half full i claimed i didnt mind the more that i see the less i know