Phantom Ghost - My Secret Europe lyrics

my secret Europe – secret secret my secret Europe stretched out before me like a second skin painted and thin I feel so good in these Italian boots like Lady Godiva riding in the nude I still have the matches you brought from Rotterdam you made me use them when I was your matchstick man secret the Barcelona papers and the shirt from Turin lost in my french suitcase somewhere in Berlin you can see Belgian highways far from outer space they keep them lightened at night and tidy through the days my secret Europe