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 riser, to Dublin I'd roam,
She was a bareback rider, some miles from home.
Come back to me,
Come back to me,
Come back to me,
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,
She is the film of a book of the story,
Of the smell of her hair.
Come back to me,
Come back to me,
Come back to me,
Come back to me.
When everything's over and everything'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,
Come back to me,
Come back to me,
Come back to me,
Come back to me,
Oh come back to me,
Come back to me,
Come back to me,
Come back to me,
Come back to me.
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- Somewhere Under Wonderland
- Echoes of The Outlaw Roadshow
- Underwater Sunshine (Or What We Did On Our Summer Vacation)
- Miscellaneous
- Saturday Nights & Sunday Mornings
- Films About Ghosts: The Best Of...
- Casting Crowns
- Hard Candy
- American Girls
- This Desert Life
- Across A Wire-live In New York
- Recovering The Satellites
- August & Everything After
- She Likes The Weather
- New Amsterdam: Live At Heineken Music Hall
- Non-Album Releases
- August & Everything After - Live At Town Hall
- Live & Everything After (Ao Vivo)
- New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6,...
- Across A Wire - Live From New York