Paroles de Costa del sol `94

I'm dreaming of another place
Freezing through these winter days
My drifting mind is longing south

Everyday a thousand flights
By the night comes coastline-eyes
Like shifting time could make it right

Postcard, from, spain
Hands up, head south
Four words in frames

Out of cash in a tiny bar
We ran away with someones' guitar
No turning back, no turning back
Flashes from life i had before
Costa del sol '94
No turning back, no turning back

The yard, the trees
All filled with snow
Up in the air, i need to know
The haunting smile before my eyes

Sleepless bandit on the run

I stare towards the burning sun
Vaulting miles to these shorelines

Hands up, head south
Four words in frames

Out of cash in a tiny bar
We ran away with someones' guitar
No turning back, no turning back
Flashes from life i had before
Costa del sol '94
No turning back, no turning back

Hands up, hands up
Head south, head south

Hands up, hands up, hands up
Head south, head south, head south
Hands up, hands up, hands up

Out of cash in a tiny bar
We ran away with someones' guitar
No turning back, no turning back
Flashes from life i had before
Costa del sol '94
No turning back, no turning back