Andalusia

Now all of these things
things like diamond rings
that will shine in your eyes
like a soul, shimmering gold


I'd like to talk
but I've got to go
Just a matter of time
of things, don't you know



Chorus

If you can tell what is real
what stops you to feel?
These bricks in my path
could they (not) also appeal?
Are we all lost?
Where do we go?
where should we go?





It might take time to notice
the colours in her hair
that change the world
around her

Letters of mine
could  take their time
getting
to you



Chorus

If you can tell what is real
what stops you to feel?
These bricks in my path
could they (not) also appeal?
Are we all lost?
Where do we go?
where should we go?