Torn

Like a zipper getting caught in a daydream

On its way to a grasshopper close

I wish I could drown all of my doubts in the highlands

Make my peace with a tartan parade

Like a record spinning tales on a windmill

Or Cervantes riding tall on mezcal

I wish I could slay dragons with envy

Take the green, make a shamrock shake

But I am torn between two cities

Between two loves

Between to shores

I am torn between the rocks and the sand

The lonely or forlorn

I am torn

Like tomorrow always waiting for the sunrise

To make the bubbles in the oranges alive

I wish I could fly away like a butterfly

Done with change, onto grasses more green

‘Cause I am torn between two cities

Between two loves

Between to shores

I am torn between the rocks and the sand

The lonely or forlorn

I am torn

Torn between two cities

Between two loves

Between to shores

I am torn between the rocks and the sand

The lonely or forlorn

I am torn

Torn

Torn

I am torn