[Verse 1]
           
You and me got

     
 the whole day

 off
           
Take a trip to

     
 Vincent Van G

ogh
           
But the line w

           
ent halfway ro

       
und the block

           
And we're look

     
ing for a plac

e to rest
           
Every seat in 

     
every bar was 

set
           
So we turned b

           
ack to The Gra

  
nd Hotel

[Bridge 1]
            
And the rain c

    
ame hard
             
A million peop

              
le on a protes

 
t march
            
Every choice, 

             
every path was


 mistaken

[Verse 2]
           
You and me got

     
 the whole thi

ng sussed
           
Gray man is sh

    
adowing us
        
Wild conspirac

           
ies turn to du

st

           
Hear the sound

    
 of cathedral 

bells
           
Cash ringing a

    
t the gates of

 Hell
           
And fairground

           
 hooligans pus

                 
h and swell

[Chorus]
              
They're the da

           
rkest days of 

    
a free man
             
Lying in the s

          
treets of Amst

erdam
             
Nearly fell un

              
derneath the t


ram
              
But I picked m

     
yself up
           
Every temptati

        
on and device
             
All the diamon

            
ds and the spi

ce
             
I would give a

              
nything for th

  
e sight
             
Of an honest m

#
an (Hey)

[Solo]
             
               

[Verse 3]
           
Eyes swim in e

#
mptiness
           
I was looking 

    
at a hotel gue

st
           
He blew me a b

         
ig sarcastic k

iss

[Bridge 2]
             
And the Lord w

      
alked in
             
With a monocle

             
 and lips so t

#
hin
            
Saw the barman

             
 wink as he po

           
ured his brand

y

[Chorus]
              
They're the da

           
rkest days of 

    
a free man
             
Lying in the s

          
treets of Amst

erdam
             
Nearly fell un

              
derneath the t


ram
              
But I picked m

     
yself up
           
Every temptati

        
on up in light

s
             
All the diamon

            
ds and the spi

ce
             
Could take pro

             
fit from the v

ice
           
Of another man

[Outro]
     
Amsterdam     

  Cold, cold  

    

Cold, cold    

  You belong