Andalusia

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Words we have heard too many times
It's all cliché to one your age
Something new comes, something old stays
Someone is lost in a embrace
It's fictional, this golden cage

I'm bound to run, I'm bound to flee
Nothing confining me, figuratively free
Andalusia

So what do you want for your birthday?
I want less, take it all away
I wanna be lost in space
Lost in Spain

It hurts to pretend we are enlightened
I feel like an actor, this is not a film
But a series of bouts between bathing
I'm clean enough

I'm bound to run, I'm bound to flee
Nothing confining me, imagining I am free
Sane, I remain here in Spain