Wake up at noon
To hear the rain
It's a frame that suits me fine
Wake up at noon
To hear the rain
It's a frame that suits me fine
No pressure now
To achieve
Anything by above average speed
So I turn the music on
And I turn it off
To leave more space for thoughts
Not knowing soon
They'll be stalled
By a mildly disappointing call
I have thought of you
Since I came
All the street signs spell out your name
Will I meet you here?
Could well be
On a Summer week in your beloved Spain