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.