early morning in Madrid
can't remember what we did, but I know
something real heavy went down
spanish sun is risin and we wander back to town
red and gold the banners of cafes
Red and gold, the gods of drunk dismay
flash before i don't know who
shouldn't bother if its you...
but what if it was, and you'd just smile...
i'd have you heated in a little while
back on the ground another bet
already won cheap cigarettes
i light one as the peasants roam
followed someone else to 'home'
my head hurts and you are tired
the morning spain woke us in fire