Schiphol

I booked an early flight from Düsseldorf to Amsterdam, had to the fight the impulse to leave as soon as I hit land
Then you were nowhere to be found and this girl she had a place. It should’ve never been that easy, but it was easy anyway
I still love you but I loved her too. Is this the end?
Oh, is this the end?
I left Amsterdam a wholly different kind of man, the remainder of the summer I spent drinking in your name
But it was good to be away and it was good to be alone and if somebody stayed the night in the morning they’d be gone
I still love you but I love summers too
Is this the end? Oh, is this the end?
You’d have made a sorry bride and I was born to be no groom, I would’ve only spoilt the fun of wasting wishes on the moon
You were always oh so pale as a windy day in June, cold hands waving in the sun as the wheels start to move, goodbye
Goodbye
Someday I’ll return, I’ll return to Amsterdam, another stranger in the springtime wondering just what might have been
And if by chance I meet someone, it’ll take me all the way back to the summer I enjoyed drinking rivers in your name I’ll still love you, but I’ll love her too Is there no end? Oh, is there no end?