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
Postcard from Spain
Hands up, head south
Four words in frames
Out of cash in a tiny bar
We ran away with someone's 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
Postcard from Spain
Hands up, head south
Four words in frames
Out of cash in a tiny bar
We ran away with someone's 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 someone's guitar
No turning back, no turning back
Flashes from life I had before
Costa del Sol '94
No turning back, no turning back
