Amsterdam is calling me.
Grace grass beneath my knees,
Lakes of tears around. I cry,
I spell your name, I lie, I spy, I try…
I drive my mind, I try to trust
In God. I can’t to trust. You must
Not be so beauty, as you always were.
So, beauty is the reason of the ancient war.
CHORUS:
Beauty on the air from the world’s beginning
Lightning from your heart, and clouds bleeding
My time has ran away through years,
I sleep in one of lakes of tears.
I’ve eaten by your greedy lips
And by your sight I’ve crossed. And strips
Of my white skin I present you.
I am the ship without crew.
The wind is dropped in the your breast
My ship has stopped. Please, take me breath.
In the your eyes there is a place
With grace cadaver in one of lakes.
CHORUS:
Beauty on the air from the world’s beginning
Lightning from your heart, and clouds bleeding
My time has ran away through years,
I sleep in one of lakes of tears.