It´s time to break your pencils

It´s time to be confused

Time to put up and make up for the time you lose

I feel them things that tie me 

slowly lose their grip

I hold my breath and dive for the surface to split it

And I was truly acting 

Like I had a heart of gold

Bite down on that book cos in seven weeks...



...We´ll run

We´ll get lost in the spanish sun

Anna, she cried all night cos she dont see no light

Hold me tight like a gun

Getting lost in the spanish sun

Anna, she cried all night cos she don´t see no light

Hold me tight



It´s time to pick up something

There´s something left to do

And I´ll cut you cos you want it

I´m trying to break with something

It´s getting hard to prove

But this stone in my chest gets me through

It´s time to break your pencils

It´s time to be confused

Beacuase in seven weeks...



...We´ll run

We´ll get lost in the spanish sun

Anna, she cried all night cos she dont see no light

Hold me tight like a gun

Getting lost in the spanish sun

Anna, she cried all night cos she don´t see no light

Hold me tight

Alright!



And I will lose my head 

On the streets of Barcelona 

God I´m glad I phoned ya´

I stay in bed without you