Amsterdam

You and me got the whole day off Take a trip to Vincent Van Gogh But the line went halfway 'round the block And we're looking for a place to rest Every seat in every bar was set So we turned back to The Grand Hotel And the rain came hard A million people on a protest march Every choice, every path was mistaken You and me got the whole thing sourced Gray man is shadowing us Wild conspiracies turn to dust Hear the sound of cathedral bells Cash ringing at the gates of Hell And fairground hooligans push and swell They're the darkest days of a free man Lying in the streets of Amsterdam Nearly fell underneath the tram But I picked myself up Every temptation and device All the diamonds and the spice I would give anything for the sight Of an honest man, hey Eyes swim in emptiness I was looking at a hotel guest He blew me a big sarcastic kiss And the Lord walked in With a monocle and lips so thin Saw the bar man wink as he poured his brandy They're the darkest days of a free man Lying in the streets of Amsterdam Nearly fell underneath the tram But I picked myself up Every temptation up in lights All the diamonds and the spice Could take profit from the vice Of another man Amsterdam Cold, cold Cold, cold You belong