pale flame veins my flesh and my ears ring
it has developed a mind of its own. It demands
I know it may not help the cause
you are a true feast to watch at
I love your smile, its just so nice
New leaves are dancing on the branches of the old trees,
Attempt to woo people for straight sympathy
In Amsterdam!
When my madness it is over
With peering, furtive head,
pale flame veins my flesh and my ears ring
it has developed a mind of its own. It demands
I know it may not help the cause
you are a true feast to watch at
I love your smile, its just so nice
New leaves are dancing on the branches of the old trees,
Attempt to woo people for straight sympathy
In Amsterdam!
When my madness it is over
With peering, furtive head,