Lyrics The New Amsterdams

The New Amsterdams

The Smoking Gun

An empty house will leave you fatherless

The cycle is coming 'round like my mother did

But it's in her blood, but oh, my brother

You've gotten over it, gotten older yet

But it's only what our hearts will power

I think I might have found the smoking gun

And my thoughts trail off for hours

But maybe time has come to be the one

An empty house will leave you fatherless

But the cycle is coming 'round like my mother did

And it's in her blood for the love of another

If the habit fits, then you must admit

But it's only what our hearts will power

I think I might have found the smoking gun

And my thoughts trail off for hours

But maybe time has come to be the one

But it's only what our hearts will power

I think I might have found the smoking gun

And my thoughts trail off for hours

And maybe time has come to be the one

And maybe time has come to be the one