Artist: Counting Crows
Album: N/A (0000)
Title: Tuesday In Amsterdam
Lyrics Tuesday In AmsterdamA picture of Amsterdam,
Bare trees under glass,
Framed in the grey and white afternoon light,
Of a winter long passed,
When I was a riser,
To Dublin I'd roam,
She was a bareback rider,
Some miles from home,
Come back to me,
Come back to me,
Come back to me,
Come back to me,
She’s a carnival diver,
Hung in the sky,
Cutting through time like a memory,
Strung on a wire,
Now the color of anything,
Fades in the air,
She is the film of a book,
Of the story of the smell of her hair,
Come back to me,
Come back to me,
Come back to me,
Come back to me, When everything’s over,
And everything’s clear,
When everyone’s older,
And no one is here,
I try to remember,
A girl on a wire,
Tumbling and diving above Steven’s Green,
Like a kite in the air,
Come back to me,
Come back to me,
Come back to me,
Come back to me,
Oh come back to me,
Come back to me,
Come back to me,
Come back to me yeah,
Come back to me,
Come back to me,
Come back to me. |
