Andalucia - Gary Jules

The rattlesnakes and fireflies

Are stranded at the border

Between you and me,

And the static on the radio

Is preaching to the children

Of infinity.

We stay up late to speak in tongues

And redefine the boundaries

Of sanity,

Swaying to the sounds of «Sister Ray»,

But we never knew how vulnerable we were.

Andalucia,

I know you’ve been around,

You crazy girl.

Andalucia,

Your hands are on the wheel

But you’re slippin'.

The greener grass we traded

For the mysteries of skinny hips

And confidence.

Well, the literary casualties

Were cool 'cause souls were hewn from vowels

And consonants,

Stabbed in the eyes by the spectacle of «Up the Beach»,

And we never knew how vulnerable we were.

No, we never knew,

We never knew

That things get shattered,

Things get shaken,

Things get battered,

And things forsaken.

Things get spent

And things get spoken,

Things get bent

And things get broken.

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Andalucia,

I know you’ve been around,

You crazy girl.

Andalucia,

I know you’ve been around,

You crazy girl.

Andalucia,

Your hands are on the wheel

But you’re slippin',

You’re slippin'.

Andalucia,

I know you’ve been around,

You crazy girl.