Barcelona

I'd sail to you from Barcelona My boat harbored on an unknown shore If that only meant that I'd get to know you And live in this moment for more than a week Where do you go when you sleep? Are your dreams like memories? An afternoon spent skipping class Wasting the day, smoking grass I see the world through your eyes Then it's not such a bad place to despise Will we meet in the next life? Will your eyes reflect mine? Where's the exit sign from this unbelievable existence?