all inside our Amsterdam she hides

Wateryeyed

that howling wind
she's waving hi

her other hand's in mine

oh silhouette
she's growing tall and fine

she's got my back
follow she'll me down every street

no matter what my crime

all inside our Amsterdam she flies

hoarding the kites

that how ling wind
she'll take everything

but she's easy on the eyes

churches and trains

they all look the same to me now

they shoot you some place

while we ache to come home somehow