The skyline's going mad
All across New Amsterdam
And I'm laid out on the balustrade
To watch the morning break
With Saint Anthony's medallion
A thousand pounds around my neck
When the devil asked me what I wanted
This is not what I had meant
O and Sisyphus
Ain't got nothing
On us
No and Sisyphus
Ain't got nothing
On us
Because you climb and you claw
Up the mountain
To find out that somehow
Your back on the bottom
Again...
And in the evening to unwind
I'll call up a part-time friend
And ask is there anything I can bring
She suggests red wine and Vicoden
Later on, she'll grow soft
Take her dress off and put a record on
Songs of love and compassion
Things we could only imagine
With the lights off we'll gone in search of
One diamond in all the coal
But despite our hundred nights
We've found nothing yet at all
O and Sisyphus
Ain't got nothing
On us
No and Sisyphus
Ain't got nothing
On us
Because you climb and you claw
Up the mountain
To find out that somehow
Your back on the bottom
Again...
Well in the morning it'll hurt even worse
Slip out like a thief, while she's asleep
But leave my rosary beads on her window sill
In the hopes she'll think me charitable
Then go out and taste the air
Down on K Street where
Friends of friends will shake my hand
But think I am someone else
And that's okay Because these days
I'm not so sure myself
And the Angels line the overpass
Above the E Street Pusher's Band
And I think "O... just a taste
Something just to take
The edge off...
And I could stay here forever and
I could never come down again
O I could stay here forever and
I could never come down again
Then blooded up and raw
With the sun all wet in the streets
I'll call for me the Apothecary's van
Take me back to New Amsterdam
Sounds the bells above the gilded throne
The Comatose King is home
And lay me out on the balustrade
So I can watch the morning to break
With Saint Anthony's medallion
A thousand pounds around my neck
When the devil asked me what I wanted
This is not what I had meant
O and Sisyphus
Ain't got nothing
On us
No and Sisyphus
Ain't got nothing
On us
Because you climb and you claw
Up the mountain
To find out that somehow
Your back on the bottom
Again...
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Thomas North - New Amsterdam Lyrics
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The skyline's going mad
All across New Amsterdam
And I'm laid out on the balustrade
To watch the morning break
With Saint Anthony's medallion
A thousand pounds around my neck
When the devil asked me what I wanted
This is not what I had meant
O and Sisyphus
Ain't got nothing
On us
No and Sisyphus
Ain't got nothing
On us
Because you climb and you claw
Up the mountain
To find out that somehow
Your back on the bottom
Again...
And in the evening to unwind
I'll call up a part-time friend
And ask is there anything I can bring
She suggests red wine and Vicoden
Later on, she'll grow soft
Take her dress off and put a record on
Songs of love and compassion
Things we could only imagine
With the lights off we'll gone in search of
One diamond in all the coal
But despite our hundred nights
We've found nothing yet at all
O and Sisyphus
Ain't got nothing
On us
No and Sisyphus
Ain't got nothing
On us
Because you climb and you claw
Up the mountain
To find out that somehow
Your back on the bottom
Again...
Well in the morning it'll hurt even worse
Slip out like a thief, while she's asleep
But leave my rosary beads on her window sill
In the hopes she'll think me charitable
Then go out and taste the air
Down on K Street where
Friends of friends will shake my hand
But think I am someone else
And that's okay Because these days
I'm not so sure myself
And the Angels line the overpass
Above the E Street Pusher's Band
And I think "O... just a taste
Something just to take
The edge off...
And I could stay here forever and
I could never come down again
O I could stay here forever and
I could never come down again
Then blooded up and raw
With the sun all wet in the streets
I'll call for me the Apothecary's van
Take me back to New Amsterdam
Sounds the bells above the gilded throne
The Comatose King is home
And lay me out on the balustrade
So I can watch the morning to break
With Saint Anthony's medallion
A thousand pounds around my neck
When the devil asked me what I wanted
This is not what I had meant
O and Sisyphus
Ain't got nothing
On us
No and Sisyphus
Ain't got nothing
On us
Because you climb and you claw
Up the mountain
To find out that somehow
Your back on the bottom
Again...
All across New Amsterdam
And I'm laid out on the balustrade
To watch the morning break
With Saint Anthony's medallion
A thousand pounds around my neck
When the devil asked me what I wanted
This is not what I had meant
O and Sisyphus
Ain't got nothing
On us
No and Sisyphus
Ain't got nothing
On us
Because you climb and you claw
Up the mountain
To find out that somehow
Your back on the bottom
Again...
And in the evening to unwind
I'll call up a part-time friend
And ask is there anything I can bring
She suggests red wine and Vicoden
Later on, she'll grow soft
Take her dress off and put a record on
Songs of love and compassion
Things we could only imagine
With the lights off we'll gone in search of
One diamond in all the coal
But despite our hundred nights
We've found nothing yet at all
O and Sisyphus
Ain't got nothing
On us
No and Sisyphus
Ain't got nothing
On us
Because you climb and you claw
Up the mountain
To find out that somehow
Your back on the bottom
Again...
Well in the morning it'll hurt even worse
Slip out like a thief, while she's asleep
But leave my rosary beads on her window sill
In the hopes she'll think me charitable
Then go out and taste the air
Down on K Street where
Friends of friends will shake my hand
But think I am someone else
And that's okay Because these days
I'm not so sure myself
And the Angels line the overpass
Above the E Street Pusher's Band
And I think "O... just a taste
Something just to take
The edge off...
And I could stay here forever and
I could never come down again
O I could stay here forever and
I could never come down again
Then blooded up and raw
With the sun all wet in the streets
I'll call for me the Apothecary's van
Take me back to New Amsterdam
Sounds the bells above the gilded throne
The Comatose King is home
And lay me out on the balustrade
So I can watch the morning to break
With Saint Anthony's medallion
A thousand pounds around my neck
When the devil asked me what I wanted
This is not what I had meant
O and Sisyphus
Ain't got nothing
On us
No and Sisyphus
Ain't got nothing
On us
Because you climb and you claw
Up the mountain
To find out that somehow
Your back on the bottom
Again...
Writer: Thomas North
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Copyright: Lyrics © WONDERLOUS MUSIC, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave