Costa Del Sol '94 - Satellite Stories

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

Stare towards the burning sun

Fourty 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