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