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...