Madrid

High on the street along the avenue
Sunday love can take this afternoon
Taste a little corona below this way
There are birds whistling a graceful tune
It reminds me of Madrid
I can still see the daylight pouring in
And I cannot breathe till I see it again
It reminds me of Madrid
I can still see the daylight pouring in
And I cannot wait till I see it again
Wistfully something I could dive into
Lazy as the river rose in June
Take a little drink, a little cigarette
Breathing back the smoke, the air, the fume
It reminds me of Madrid
I can still see the daylight pouring in
And I cannot breathe till I see it again
It reminds me of Madrid
Blowing bubbles, they’re bursting on my skin
And I cannot wait till I’m feeling my hand
I remember swimming pool
Melting ice and cold (?)
Sangria in hotel rooms
I recall
I remember mountain trains
Endless nights and drowsy days
Always spent but never stayed
I recall
It reminds me of Madrid
I can still see the daylight pouring in
And I cannot breathe till I see it again
It reminds me of Madrid
Blowing bubbles, they’re bursting on my skin
And I cannot wait till I feel them again