Spaniard

without thinking, reaching hand for every shiny thing
without much thought, exchanging your freedom for them
everything dissapears and nothing is real
you made your dream without chance to wake up

it's another empty room, phantom haven in your life
money drying heart, and making bed of the lust
here still wafting, still wafting her perfumes
but her voice, I hear behind the wall

what's really matter?

only love keeps me real
only love keeps me alive...