We found a cure in a lucid dream Lying on the edge of a double bed Staring up at the ceiling fan Staring up off the walls. We're not as pure as we felt we were I am the P.A. with a power floor And i talk when I'm asked And i talk when I'm masked OHhhhhhh aaaa And what's the difference if i throw it away: In Amsterdam Think with my mouth, And talk with my hands: In Amsterdam. Don't wanna leave with so much unseen Don't wanna live out my old mans dreams But i'm stil posing for the picture Take my slice of the prize Another victim of Miss Apathy She's travelled far, And now she rests her feet, Where she wants. And she does, And she's falling asleep on the couch.