A picture of Amsterdam Bare trees under glass Framed in the grey and white afternoon light Of a winter long passed 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 Now 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 Steven's Green Like a kite in the air 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 yeah Come back to me Come back to me Come back to me