She said she's here for me every day after eleven.
in the same window at the same street she will sooth my lonely heart.
Laura was her name, staring out from heaven,
on those red light streets of lonely Amsterdam.

Acoustic notes from distance, and sweet scent in the air...
She said she can't be mine alone she's here for all to share.
I'm roaming in this foggy dream and trying to brake free,
and the women are angelic as a joint may be

Behind the glass i stare to heaven, looking for my angel's eyes...
Eleven sharp she's nowhere to be seen.
In the next window one big woman with two royal thighs
i asked for her advise about my queen.

Boy, didn't you hear?
I saw her sorrow spread
And then i noticed downwards thread of tear.
The poor girl that was just nineteen
So alive she was and now she's dead.
She fell into that hellish snow
The snow that drives you mad
I saw her just a week ago
"Come to me instead"

Acoustic notes from distance, and sweet scent in the air.
She said she can't be mine alone she's here for all to share.
I'm roaming in this foggy dream and trying to break free,
and the women are angelic as a joint may be

I'm alone again,
my angel's gone and snow inside her vain.
"So young..." the big one cries.
She's lighting up a cigarette and drying up her eyes.
And so the same old sorrow, self loathing and despect.
I finished my goodbyes, and sunk my grief between her royal thighs.