Barcelona

Barcelona

I'M SLEEPING THROUGH THE DAYTIME AND DRINKING IN THE NIGHT
A SUMMER ON MY BACK
FIGHTING MY REFLECTION ASKING HIM A QUESTION
WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT BOY

WHEN THE WAVES COME RUSHING INTO SHORE
ONCE MORE
SAVE ME FROM DROWNING
OR SOMETHING MORE

AND I'LL SING THE KIND OF SONG YOU LIKE
IT'S TERRIBLE AND TRITE
AND SAYS NOTHING OF THESE TREMBLING THOUGHTS TONIGHT

BABY I AM MESS AND I CAN'T GET YOU OUT OF MY HEAD
BABY I AM A MESS AND I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU LEFT

I WALKED THE CITY ALL NIGHT LOOKING FOR A STREET FIGHT
WAITING FOR THE WAR

I FAN THE FLAMES BUT CANNOT KEEP THE RAIN
FROM MY DOOR
SAVE ME FROM DROWNING
OR SOMETHING MORE

COME ON BABY GET INTO MY BED
AND WE'LL DREAM OF BARCELONA WHERE WE MET

BABY I AM A MESS AND I CAN'T GET YOU OUT OF MY HEAD
BABY I AM A MESS AND I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU LEFT