Last time I saw him
He didn't look well
He was checking into
A Brown Hotel
Lost the will to leave this
Cage he adores
And it doesn't even look like
A cage anymore
Who's going to bring him back
From the end of every friendship he's ever had?
Who's going to bring him back?
Sometimes on a clear day he can see all the way to Amsterdam
Last time I saw him
He looked too pale
He's had too many wishes from this
Wishing well
[innaud.] in his arms is
Soft and warm
But he still can't keep the spirits from the door
Who's going to bring him back
From the end of every friendship he's ever had?
Try to bring him back
Sometimes on a clear day he can see all the way to Amsterdam