Spanish bombs, yo te quierro y finito Yo te querda, oh mi corazón Oh mi corazón, oh mi corazón Spanish songs in Andalucia The shooting sites in the days of '39 Oh, please, leave the vendanna open Fredrico Lorca is dead and gone Bullet holes in the

Days filled with joy and days filled with sorrow I don't know just what to do Am I happy today, am I lonely tomorrow Everything depends on you I've been waiting for the angels to knock on my door I've been hopin' that everything could be like before Open

Stop all this talk, turn off the telephone Open up another bottle, send those people home Let it get real quiet, turn that lamp way down low I'm gonna float down this river of tears I remember how we spoke on the days he was dry Even now that he's gone

And when we are beaten The cross holds us down And suffer the loss We walk through the ages The world on our shoulders The burden we carry To the dark end of our days A thousand eyes watching Every step we are taking

Sometimes I cry When I can't do nothing else There are days that I can walk around like I'm alright And I pretend to wear a smile on my face And I could keep the pain from comin' out of my eyes But sometimes, sometimes, Everybody keeps tellin' me to move

It's never too late Maybe we'll turn it all around 'Cause it's not too late Even if I say It'll be alright Still I hear you say You want to end your life Now and again we try To just stay alive

I ride east every other Friday but if I had it my way Days would not be wasted on this drive And I want so bad to hold you Some of the things I haven't told you Your mom and me just couldn't get along And I'll think about my life And wonder why, I'll

Everything's wrong every time Pushing on I can't escape Everything that comes my way Is haunting me taking its sweet time Holding on I'm lost in a haze Fighting life to the end of my days And you're so cynical, Narcissistic Cannibal Got to bring myself

I'm all for you body and soul My life a wreck you're making I'd gladly surrender myself to you body and soul My heart is sad and lonely For you I sigh, for you dear only Why haven't you seen it I spend my days in longing And wondering why it's me you're

I don't mind (Read the writing on the wall) (Tortured voices as we crawl) Find me on my better days To lose it once again Mother cries But I seem to find out better ways To consciously pretend Lost the meaning of our stay