Through the alleyways to cool off in the shadows
Then into the street following the water There's a bearded man paddling in his canoe
Looks as if he has come all the way from the Cayman Islands
Places look the same, and we're the only difference
I'm holding on to you, on a bike we've hired until tomorrow
These canals, it seems, they all go in circles
The wind is in your hair, it's covering my view
They would understand, how someone could have chosen
Holding on to you, I never thought it would be this clear
If only they could see, if only they had been here
To go the length I've gone, to spend just one day riding.
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