Barcelona

Six AM, this orange haze, bleary in the morning light No-one uses paper these days, but all I seem to do is write On a night that could swallow you whole On a street that reminds you of home In a language you don't understand Making sense where I normally can't I lost that tuesday I didn't go home I missed the last flight From Barcelona A warning sign, begins to flash, saying quit now while you're ahead But even then, I just can't stop, repeating the same thoughts instead 'Cause you want all the things you can see Close your eyes now and let yourself be As the moon is reflecting the sun And your face can be found in someone I lost that tuesday I didn't go home I missed the last flight From Barcelona