A#m                D#m
You and me got the whole day off
A#m                D#m
Take a trip to Vincent Van Gogh
A#m                D#m             F
But the line went halfway round the block

G#m                D#m
And we're looking for a place to rest
G#m                B5
Every seat in every bar was set
G#m                D#m        F
So we turned back to The Grand Hotel

[Bridge 1]
        Bm        A
And the rain came hard
        A                    G#
A million people on a protest march
      Bm            A       C#
Every choice, every path was mistaken

[Verse 2]
G#m                D#m
You and me got the whole thing sussed
G#m               B5
Gray man is shadowing us
G#m   D#m                F
Wild conspiracies turn to dust

G#m               D#m
Hear the sound of cathedral bells
G#m               B5
Cash ringing at the gates of Hell
G#m            D#m               B            D
And fairground hooligans push and swell

[Chorus]
                   F#m          C#m
They're the darkest days of a free man
E                       B
Lying in the streets of Amsterdam
            E               B
Nearly fell underneath the tram
                   F#
But I picked myself up
F#m                   C#m
Every temptation and device
        E                 B
All the diamonds and the spice
             E                B
I would give anything for the sight
             F#
Of an honest man (Hey)

[Solo]
G#m     D#m    G#m    B5
G#m     D#m    F      F

[Verse 3]
G#           D#m
Eyes swim in emptiness
G#m               B5
I was looking at a hotel guest
G#m             D#m       Bm
He blew me a big sarcastic kiss

[Bridge 2]
        D           A
And the Lord walked in
        A                  G#m
With a monocle and lips so thin
        Bm      A                      C#
Saw the barman wink as he poured his brandy

[Chorus]
                   F#m          C#m
They're the darkest days of a free man
E                       B
Lying in the streets of Amsterdam
            E               B
Nearly fell underneath the tram
                   F#
But I picked myself up
F#m                   C#m
Every temptation up in lights
        E                 B
All the diamonds and the spice
             E             B
Could take profit from the vice
           F#
Of another man

[Outro]
F#m     Bm
Amsterdam       Cold, cold      
F#m
Cold, cold      You belong