in november I got cold inside
so I went to the forgotten part of Amsterdam
where the light still shined like magic
and the city was electric
this building I pa** frequently
asked me softly to come in
and it promised me something magic
I was in this ancient railway station... fantastic
the winter wind blew memories
though the cracks in those forgotten walls
and memories were cold
like the winter, like the wind ...like me
the moss grew over railway tracks
the gla** was broken and the trains were gray with dust
I saw everything worked like magic
and it's desolation was strange and tragic
on the signs above the platforms
I saw names that I have never heard before
but they all sounded... magic
I hung out of this dark green locomotive
and I felt...
the winter wind blew memories
of a far far forgotten land
and memories were cold
like the winter, like the wind ...like me