A picture of amsterdam

Bare trees under glass

Framed in the gray and white afternoon light

Of a winter long past

When I was a raiser

To dublin I'd roam

She was a bareback rider

Some miles from home

Come back to me

She's a carnival diver

Hung in the sky

Cutting through time like a memory

Strung on a wire

The color of anything

Fades in the air

But she is the film of a book of the story

Of the smell of her hair

Come back to me

When every thing's over

And every thing's clear

When everyone's older

And no one is here

I try to remember

A girl on a wire

Tumbling and diving above stephen's green

Like a kite on the air

Come back to me