A road, all covered in dust
I'm picking up the pieces
The cracking ground releases
Dark coats under darker skies
Then something cold underneath my eyes
There is nothing as pure as the air that I breathe
Nothing as secure as the ground beneath my feet
I know there's something much bigger and worse than my pain
But nothing as beautiful
As Amsterdam in the rain
A shift, a puzzle I can't solve
The outward pressure increases
While inside is where the peace is
A gaze of an unfamiliar face
And every little thing falls directly into place
There is nothing as pure as the air that I breathe
Nothing as secure as the ground beneath my feet
I know there's something much bigger and worse than my pain
And hardly anything as beautiful
As Amsterdam in the rain
There is nothing as pure
Nothing as secure
As the reflection I'm seeing in the window of this train
Maybe there's something as beautiful
As Amsterdam in the rain