Barcelona

Barcelona
Six AM, this orange haze, bleary in the morning light
No-one uses paper these days, but all I seem to do is write
On a night that could swallow you whole
On a street that reminds you of home
In a language you don’t understand
Making sense where I normally can’t

I lost that tuesday
I didn’t go home
I missed the last flight
From Barcelona

A warning sign, begins to flash, saying quit now while you’re ahead
But even then, I just can’t stop, repeating the same thoughts instead
'Cause you want all the things you can see
Close your eyes now and let yourself be
As the moon is reflecting the sun
And your face can be found in someone

I lost that tuesday
I didn’t go home
I missed the last flight
From Barcelona