Mexico

If I could paint a picture of myself tonight It would be the deepest Shade of blue of my face lit by the moon Oh so I took a flight to Mexico 'Cause I just felt so lost I might as well be there, you know And if there's nothing I can do to come back to you Well, I'm gonna let you go in Mexico Oh and if I could paint A picture of our last goodbye I hope my brush could do justice of that kind of sadness In your eyes Oh, and I'd sketch you that bend At the edge of our bed And it's been so long but how could I forget, oh And if there's nothing I can do To come back to you, oh well I am going to let you go in Mexico? And if there's nothing I can do to come back to you, oh well I'm gonna let you go in Mexico --- Mexico - Emma Louise