Madrid Sky

As you walk down the stairs
The sun in your hair, golden miles
The thunder of a sound
World spinning round, fall the leaves

With you I could die
Under a Madrid sky

Forged friendships in the field
The sun refused to yield, brown the skin
Sold our secrets to the sand
And they slipped through our hands, gone the time

With you I could die
Under a Madrid sky

The King and the Queen
Were walking alone, hard to breathe
Stole time from the gods
As they laid in the park, afternoon

With you I could die
Under a Madrid sky

In the Palace of the Sun
You handed the gun off to me
Rode to Aranjuez
Felt the fear in our chests as we moved
Rode trains to the sea
Walked the city streets made of stone
I thought we might freeze
On a beach in Cadiz, you and me
In a dream

With you I could die
Under a Madrid sky



Credits
Writer(s): Graham Knibb
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