Madalena

Walking through the streets of Amsterdam
Half a pack of kreteks in my hand
The rain sounds like a woman that I knew long ago
And I hope she's happy, hope she's doing grand

The cyclones never seem to get this far
They die out on the shores of Zanzibar
And at night I watch the storm clouds lighting up the sea
And I wonder if he ever thinks of me

And Maddalena
There's something in the way you held me
But there's not much left to hold on to anymore

I'm older now, my hair is turning grey
A fixture at this crumbling café
I'm haunted by the memories of the man I used to be
'Cause he took your love and threw it all away

And Maddalena
There's something in the way you held me
But there's not much left to hold on to anymore
Maddalena
There's something in the way you held me
But there's not much left to hold on to anymore