The Lowlands are aglow with mist and lantern light
Rain is crackling in the drains past silhouettes of passersby
Amsterdam gripped at the throat by the fog
As I whistle two bars of an unwritten song
Evening is ringing like laughter across the canal
As I wait for the fall
This city’s been ghostwritten, and it’s just as well
A wiser man than I found here the seven rings of Hell
Bikes drifting past black like funeral swans
Red lights on the river, the list could go on
Cross over the bridges, you’ll feel half indigenous now
As you wait for the fall

When the clock has stopped for me and I’m in my grave
I was never a friend to Jesus, he’ll have one less soul to save
Redemption is going for a song

Pretty girls are transient, they pass and joke
I light a cigarette, let this whole scene go up in smoke
I’ll tell you once and I’ll tell you no more
Follow your heart, man, that’s the only law
And waiter, please cater to flawed human nature tonight
As we wait for the fall