 window glass watching passing time surprising to the shores of Amsterdam I walk down to the square and watch the morning passing there Highly is no big rush to brush my sleeping way from my land of dreams To greet the sun, the orange wall climbs up the wall and sings To be on the run, I follow it down to the beach It calls my name, I try to reach I slip it through my fingers just for fun The day has now begun to lead my way Lines is what you make it Find the hand and shake it today