From Africa To Malaga

It's too easy to cry When everything eventually dies If not today then 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 down 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 Why we entrance Don't cry for the time you lost in your life The money is spent on the cheap white lies 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