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 sussed

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 barman 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