Track Insight / Lyrics
In Netherlands' mists I hear you sigh
Antique violin, whispers by the canal's side
Fog and frozen time, your melody survives
A haunting serenade, as Amsterdam's heart alive
By Brouwersgracht the evening falls
Forgotten instrument, against the bridge's weathered wall
Stolen notes of winter breathe through the night
A secret kept, in shadows here where stars take flight
In sleepy Amsterdam, your voice proceeds
What tales to tell, as seductive as your strings employed
Ensnared in silence, in the mist you play
A melancholy tune, in a city that drifts away
Whispering strings, serenading the fog
Longing for the touch, that your music may forge
In this twilight hours, alone by the canal's bend
When the world is still, the violin has a friend
Jazz musicians cross over, where the Amstel's waters flow
But tonight, an ancient songster holds the key to show
Inland, the city's pulse, in slumber or awake
Your sorrow soothes the streets, the buildings, the darkened lake
In sleepy Amsterdam, your voice proceeds
What tales to tell, as seductive as your strings employed
Ensnared in silence, in the mist you play
A melancholy tune, in a city that drifts away
Whispering strings, serenading the fog
Longing for the touch, that your music may forge
In this twilight hours, alone by the canal's bend
When the world is still, the violin has a friend
Perhaps in another life, an avid ear might hear
And mend your cracking bridge, wipe away each tear
But here, in this moment, let your music roam
An aerial waltz of sorrow, Amsterdam's somber home
Whispering strings, serenading the night
Through the Amsterdam fog, where love and dreams take flight
In this sleepy city, where your voice finds a home
When the morning light returns, the violin has none
Whispering strings, encased in mist and night
A fleeting tune of heartache, a lonely violin's delight
By Amsterdam's canalside, where stories often drift
The antique violin keeps singing, an eternal Amsterdam lament.
