Flying South. ''volando Al Sur''
Something tells me, something speaks,
somewhere in my head.
A hundred voices rising up
from underneath my bed.
I can´t tell you about the state I´m in,
I Ain´t been to church since I don´t know when.
So I sing this song to you
when you said good bye
you took something with you.
I don´t know why,
I don´t know why.
You´re always flying south for the summer.
Phrases stuck inside of me,
jungle in my ears.
A hundred faces turning up,
trying to climb the stairs.
One more chapter in my fly by book
waiting arround for a second look.
I want to sing my song to you
when you said good bye
you took something with you.
