(Verse)
Skin off like lightning
Breathing flames from thoraces tray

Your eyes go gray finding
You lock your gaze on to my face
Heavy eye clothing on the roadside

Swinging from the street lights
(Chorus)
I hope by the morning I will have grown back

By the morning I will have grown back
I'll escape with him
Show him all my skin

Then I'll go
I'll go home
Amsterdam

(Verse)
I'm a flying kite in the breeze just
Restlessly seeking images a child needs to help them sleep

I was thinking that I should see someone
Just to find out that I'm alright
(Chorus)

By the morning I would've grown back
By the morning I would've grown back
I'll escape with him

Showing all my skin
Then I'll go
I'll go home

Amsterdam
(Bridge)
I used to dream of

Adventure
When I was younger
With lungs miniature

Good night with killing
Our brain cells
Is this called living

Or something else
Or something else
(Outro)

By the morning I would've grown back
By the morning I would've grown back
By the morning I would've grown back

By the morning I would've grown back