Satellite Stories 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
Postcards 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
Postcards from Spain Hands up, hands up Head south, head south
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...
