The sins of Amsterdam were still a recent surprise

And we were flying over Scandinavian Skies

We climbed towards the sun, we turned and cursed as one

We pulled the shades and closed our eyes...eyes...



The Stockholm city lights were slowly starting to rise

And we were strapped against those Scandinavian skies

The landing gear came down and touched the Swedish ground

And we were all so paralyzed...-yzed...-yzed...



On the plane, we were mainly sound and lights

In the veins, we could play the blues all night

-ight...-ight...



The tour of Germany was bleeding into our eyes

And we were sailing over Scandinavian skies

We had the Midas touch until we met the Dutch

And they exhausted our supplies...-ies...-ies...



Who's to pay for this international flight?

Who could stay, we were only there for the night



We watched the power fall inside the Olso hall

While all the cold Norweigians cried...-ied...



Who could say what was left and where was right?

By the way, I could play the blues all night

-ight...-ight...





Submitted by Michael Hack