I'm dreaming of another place
Freezing through these winter days
My drifting mind is longing south
Everyday a thousand flights
By the night comes coastline-eyes
Like shifting time could make it right
Postcards from Spain
Hands up, head south
Four words in frames
Out of cash in a tiny bar
We ran away with someones' guitar
No turning back, no turning back
Flashes from life I had before
Costa del Sol '94
No turning back, no turning back
The yard, the trees, all filled with snow
Up in the air, I need to know
The haunting smile before my eyes
Sleepless bandit on the run
I stare towards the burning sun
Vaulting miles to these shorelines
Hands up, hands up
Head south, head south
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