Testo Clandestine The New Amsterdams
the sick and the fits. Never cast
as the romantic lead
but somehow on our feet. Weâre
just waiting to be
received and the whole scene sighs
relief. Somehow
everyone functions with a barely
visible scar. Never know
the length weâd go was so far, so far.
Some nights I see
the sun come up but donât remember
where it went down.
A realist whose time has come, it
feels like Iâm the only
one. Obstacles to overcome, now
I donât trust anyone.
So, hereâs to all our vice and our secret
double life.
Iâll sleep with one eye open and maybe
youâll save my
life. Another cool assed show under
the table on the
ground. Keep the floorshow up to
sound and the light
show up to specs. If we drown until
weâre exhausted
itâs what nobody expects. Nothing
left to lose. Everything
to prove. Nothing we canât do. Not
anything for you.
The words were written wrong. My
life imitates your songs.
On and on and on. Hereâs to all our
vice and our secret
double life. Iâll sleep with one eye open,
maybe youâll save my life.