All inside, our Amsterdam she hides
watery-eyed that howling wind
she's waving hi, her other hands in mine
oh,oh silhouette she's growing tall and fine
she's got my back, she'll follow me
down every street, no matter what my crime
All inside, our Amsterdam she flies
hoarding the kites, that howling wind
she'll take everything, but she's easy on the eyes
oh churches and trains,
while they all look the same to me now,
they shoot you someplace, while we ache
to come home somehow
love this song- listen Gregory Alan Isakov
I have lived and visited many different countries and continents, besides my home country and I am itchy to move again. We have been thinking for a while now of relocating from Australia to Holland or somewhere else, I think we will. I crave for change, but I fear change too- you know that feeling?
