High As an Amsterdam Tourist

Around and lost my city

Asleep on noisy days

While everyone was busy

And went for kicks and play

Let's have more anarchy

And mix it with style

Riots and love

Love

Let's thank

The messengers who danced

To music that moved brains

And pumped blood through our veins

Around and lost my city

Asleep on noisy days

While everyone was busy

And went for kicks and play

Let's have more energy

And mix it with love

Class

Bricks

Glass

Far away from second lives

And iPods turned up so high

So you can't hear a thing

Of all these messages that sting

I was around and lost my city

It fell asleep on noisy days

While everyone was busy

And went for kicks and play

Second thoughts in my city

Died one noisy day

Why am i the same?