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Here's a new version of 'Windows in Amsterdam'. I stopped singing and mixing this at 11.25 am this morning...

Writing my memory,
She’s shuffling the things I see
For when she thinks I’m ready. Oh.
Windows in Amsterdam pass behind streetlights
And dazzle suggestion across my reflection,
Like I am the only man left among thousands,
Caught between thoughts and the things they don’t understand.

I almost believe in
The hand she is dealing
For when she thinks I’m ready. Oh.
Stag party time and the whores are their future wives,
Laughing from Hell in a spell, out of time
But in tune with the night and the runes and the windchimes
And echoing footsteps which gallop behi-i-ind.

Windows in Amsterdam tell me that’s who I am,
Raining with sex on the craving reflections
All wet like the streets
And the scent and the lure of the secondhand meats
Which are actually lonely whores.