Made In Spain

It´s time to break your pencils
It´s time to be confused
Time to put up and make up for the time you lose
I feel them things that tie me
Slowly lose their grip
I hold my breath and dive for the surface to split it
And i was truly acting
Like i had a heart of gold
Bite down on that book cos in seven weeks...

...we´ll run
We´ll get lost in the spanish sun
Anna, she cried all night cos she dont see no light
Hold me tight like a gun
Getting lost in the spanish sun
Anna, she cried all night cos she don´t see no light
Hold me tight

It´s time to pick up something
There´s something left to do
And i´ll cut you cos you want it
I´m trying to break with something
It´s getting hard to prove
But this stone in my chest gets me through
It´s time to break your pencils
It´s time to be confused
Beacuase in seven weeks...

...we´ll run
We´ll get lost in the spanish sun
Anna, she cried all night cos she dont see no light
Hold me tight like a gun
Getting lost in the spanish sun
Anna, she cried all night cos she don´t see no light
Hold me tight
Alright!

And i will lose my head
On the streets of barcelona
God i´m glad i phoned ya´
I stay in bed without you