A picture of Amsterdam
Bare trees under glass
Framed in the gray and white afternoon light
Of a winter long pastWhen I was a riser
To Dublin I'd roam
She was a bareback rider
Some miles from homeCome back to me
Come back to me
Come back to me
Come back to meShe's a carnival driver
Hung in the sky
Cutting through time like a memory
Strung on a wireThe color of anything
Fades in the air
She is the film of a book of the story
Of the smell of her hairCome back to me
Come back to me
Come back to me
Come back to meWhen everything's over
Everything's clear
Everyone's older
And no one is hereI try to remember
A girl on a wire
Tumbling and diving above Stephen's Green
Like a kite on the airCome back to me
Come back to me
Come back to me
Come back to meCome back to me
Oh, come back to me
Come back to me
Come back to me
Come back to me
Come back to me