don't give me that camera.
sevilla should be enough.
buses and bikes a missed breakfast and two nights
and all the world is fine.
i don't care what that picture of your eye reflects,
or how cunning the plan,
i am too strong,
i will never fall for it.
when i escape to morocco tomorrow
you can forget that i even exist
and the world will be perfect.
don't give me a sixth night
or take english lessons. i don't want you to know
that i am not worth them or worse that i'm weak.
i'm only to happy to be going.
i'm not afraid that you would leave
but i am scared to death you'd stay,
and give me the chance to repeat and repeat
all the mistakes that i repeat and repeat.
when i escape from barcelona tomorrow
we can live happily eternally
in emails and our dreams
if could escape from barcelona tomorrow
we could live happily eternally
in emails and our dreams