From Africa To Malaga

It's too easy to cry

When everything eventually dies

If not today than maybe tomorrow

Don't let that thought slip away,

Let it come out and play.

It takes you down

At the speed of sound

When you're underground

You never think you'll get out.

Up and around

Then it goes down

The thought that you found

Takes you to town

Smashes your face, burns at your heart,

Then you go home and turn it in to art.

It's not easy to die

No matter how dumb you are you eventually rise

If not today then maybe tomorrow.

Don't let that soul get away,

Let it fly till your dying day.

This is the chance

For one last glance at why.

Don't cry for the time you lost in your life.

Kiss them goodbye and see what's left.

I know it's you, I know it's you.

I'm blistering to winds coming in from Africa to Málaga.