Laura Jane Grace & The Devouring Mothers
Amsterdam Hotel Room
The door is locked to my Amsterdam hotel room
Housekeeping knows not to bother me
I'll leave the room clean
Take my trash with me
Thankful for their hospitality
I am a stranger in your city
And I can't decide which song
To dance with the Marchesa to
Dr. Dieu is up to his old shit again
Sure looks handsome standing there in red
Spend the day with high society
Then crawl back to my room
Make sure no one's stolen anything
I want you to come try to find me
So I'm trying to manifest that kind of energy
I want you to come try to find me
Hiding out in my Amsterdam hotel room
Hiding out in my Amsterdam hotel room
Hiding out in my Amsterdam hotel room
Run laps in Vondel park
Evading unseen antagonists
Champagne haze and solid jams
Soundtrack the transcendence
The more that I can leave behind
The less I have to carry
What seems so real in the ether's
Always gone, gone in the morning
Curtains drawn, blinds down
Covers pulled, tight up over my head
I can't see out and nobody can see in
And I don't know where the party is
But I know how it ends
32 Beaufort Gardens
A grave plot in Brompton cemetery
Pop a top of Desperado, roll another J
It doesn't have to be good
To be remembered tasting that way
I want you to come try to find me
Hiding out in my Amsterdam hotel room
Hiding out in my Amsterdam hotel room
Hiding out in my Amsterdam hotel room
I want you to come try to find me
So I'm trying to manifest that kind of energy
I want you to come try to find me
Hiding out in my Amsterdam hotel room
Hiding out in my Amsterdam hotel room
Freaking the fuck out in my Amsterdam hotel room
Hiding out in my Amsterdam hotel room