Spain

It takes time

To fall into line

You say "You don't stand for much

Hollowed out and half embalmed"

I say "Your mind wants far too much

Fattening up like it's foie gras"

And it feels like nothing

Like the whole world's slipping away (what?)

Yeah I feel I'm numbing

Like an old Brit cooking in Spain

And it feels like something

And it feels like nothing (and it feels like nothing)

Like the whole world's slipping away (what?)

And I feel I'm numbing (feel I'm numbing)

Like an old Brit cooking in Spain (Spain)

And I'm sick of churning (yeah I'm sick of churning)

Feel like I'm becoming (feel like I'm becoming)

All the bad things I used to hate (bad news)

Let the bad news take it away

(Bad news, bad news, take it away)

Take it away

(Bad news, bad news, takе it away)

Take it away

(Bad news, bad news, takе it away)

And it takes time

To realise your mind

To realise too much

And forget about your touch

Flows like water off a lame duck's back (yeah it all times time)

To be a well-read quack (to realise your mind)

But if there's no way back, and you take the flak

Then you won't regret, regret what you started

And it feels like something

And it feels like nothing (and it feels like nothing)

Like the whole world's slipping away (what?)

And I feel I'm numbing (numbing, numbing, numbing)

Like an old Brit cooking in Spain (Spain)

And I'm sick of churning (churning, churning)

I feel like I'm becoming (becoming, becoming)

Like an expat burning in Spain (Spain)

Like an old dog dying in pain

All the bad things I used to hate

Let the bad news take it away

Take it away

Take it away

I wake up on a beach, Alicante

Back burned bad, second degree

Lose my mind on reclining lounger

Stain my lips red with sangria

As the temp rips up high 20's

Glass half-full, not empty

And I feel at home rather than an intruder

I don't know if it's a dream or my future

I wake up on a beach, Alicante

Back burned bad, second degree

Lose my mind on reclining lounger

Stain my lips red with sangria

As the temp rips up high 20's

Glass half-full, not empty

And I feel at home rather than an intruder

I don't know if it's a dream or my future