Clapton Flying – across the North Sea, Flying – to Amsterdam Coming into the airport lights, Playing tricks with my crazy mind, Don't know where I'm going to, Coming down from this endless flight; Flying – across the North Sea, Flying – to Amsterdam, The whole world is moving slowly, Spread my arms right out across the land; Got to get out of the state we're in, I've been down since I don't know when, Spending too long with my head in my hands, Sitting and dreaming about Amsterdam; Flying – Across the North Sea, Flying – to Amsterdam, The whole world is moving slowly, Spread my arms right out across the land; Amsterdam with her heart on fire, Walk her streets with your feet on ice, Amsterdam is a- calling me, Tell you now that I won't think twice; Little angel with her heart on fire Staring at me beneath the airport lights, On one hand restless – on one hand as snow, She reminds me of Italy, Bringing out this romance in me, Like Sophia Loren when she was seventeen.