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 Postcards from Spain Hands up, head south Four words in frames Out of cash in a tiny bar We ran away with someones' 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 I stare towards the burning sun Vaulting miles to these shorelines Hands up, hands up Head south, head south