[Verse 1] Windbreaker jackets on our shoulders, We catch the train, we ride the wind, The weekend slips away before us. Cobblestones glisten beneath the wheels, Girls laughing loud in blue leather skirts, Salt on our hands and fire on our skin, And a voice that whispers: it's beautiful. [Pre-Chorus] We leave behind The hours and the timetables, All we want is something real, Something whole, complete and deep. [Chorus] Weekend in Amsterdam, No, we won't be going to Kingsland, A trip to Amsterdam, We'll be dancing at Loveland. Oh yeah. [Verse 2] An old bicycle held in velvet hands, Peeled apples baking in the golden hearth, She slides her warm pies into the oven, And that voice that sighs: so damn good. She smiles at me, I forget my cigarettes, Riding wild beside me — off we go, just a little ride. [Outro] Weekend for lovers in Amsterdam, From Artificial Paradises to the city lights, Love is written in capital letters. Oh yeah. Here the brew has the rich taste of hops, We lose ourselves so easily, and find each other better, Between the bridges and the golden glow, We keep the laughter, leave a little behind — too little, And the night makes us happy. [Pre-Chorus] We leave behind The hours and the timetables, All we want is something true, Something light, soft and secret. [Chorus] Weekend in Amsterdam, No, we won't be going to Kingsland, A trip to Amsterdam, We'll be dancing at Loveland. Oh yeah. Weekend in Amsterdam, No, we won't be going to Kingsland, A trip to Amsterdam, We'll be dancing at Loveland. [Bridge] If tomorrow drags us back again, We'll say we missed the train, And that voice that laughs: it's so cool — A smile trembling on the edge of our lips Is worth every plan, all the master plans. [Final Chorus] Weekend in Amsterdam, No, we won't be going to Loveland, A trip to Amsterdam, We'll be waiting for Kingsland. Oh yeah. Weekend in Amsterdam, No, we won't be going to Loveland, A trip to Amsterdam, We'll be waiting for Kingsland.
