Track Insight / Lyrics
1982, a subway plan,
Crumbling pages, graphite hands
Yielding secrets of bygone days
Underpasses shrouded in gray
Canal bridges a tempting gaze
Gray is the color of a face
In the fog, lost in time and space
Belgic linden trees stand as sentinels
Watching strangers with no whistles
Amsterdam city, wrapped in misty gray
A labyrinth of cold, damp stone in play
Foghorn whispers secrets to the night
Shrouding the city, an ethereal sight
The canal flows like silver stream
Tangling and twisting through the dream
Strolling lovers, anonymous faces
In the shadow of ancient brick and lace
Bridges tremble under weight of time
Gray is the color of a face
In the fog, lost in time and space
Belgic linden trees stand as sentinels
Watching strangers with no whistles
Amsterdam city, wrapped in misty gray
A labyrinth of cold, damp stone in play
Foghorn whispers secrets to the night
Shrouding the city, an ethereal sight
Beneath the bridges, hidden from view
Lives a world of stories, old as the bruise
Of characters and tales, etched on each wall
A city's heartbeat, skipping beats after all
Amsterdam city, swathed in gray mist veil
Echoes of past lives, on weary hearts prevail
Foghorn calls fade, like lovers' fading sigh
As morning's rays pierce through, the city starts to rise
Gloved hands tracing lines
On the map, streets align
Through Amsterdam's winter haze
