I can remember
The smell of this place
I know my mindAnd the nose in this state
I don′t forget
A polaroid face
The mirror in a moment
A dance in this space
I caught you in your blue shoes
The frame of your hands
It was the light that was listless
I dreamt of Amsterdam
I caught you in your blue shoes
The frame of your hands
It was the light that was listless
You dreamt of Amsterdam
No love will repeat
Only reshape
The vigor of pursuits
I convinced you to stay
The rip in the couch
The coins had made
These are the notes
An archive creates
I caught you in your blue shoes
The frame of your hands
It was the light that was listless
I dreamt of Amsterdam
I caught you in your blue shoes
The frame of your hands
It was the light that was listless
You dreamt of Amsterdam
Ever knowing
Never showing
What's beneath the dress
I′ll always
With eyes gazed
Have your shape more or less
I caught you in your blue shoes
The frame of your hands
It was the light that was listless
I dreamt of Amsterdam
I caught you in your blue shoes
The frame of your hands
It was the light that was listless
You dreamt of Amsterdam
I caught you in your blue shoes
The frame of your hands
It was the light that was listless
I dreamt of Amsterdam
I caught you in your blue shoes
The frame of your hands
It was the light that was listless
You dreamt of Amsterdam...