Anima Sola - The Magic Numbers, Romeo Stodart

He was the only son who wouldn’t stay

Barely twenty-one when he went away

Anima Sola keeps me wired

If I grow cold I should grow tired

But I’ll get to Mexico before I die

He was the only son who couldn’t lie

Just like a setting sun without the sky

Anima Sola keeps me wired

If I grow cold I should grow tired

If I grow cold I will grow tired

But I’ll get to Mexico before I die

Anima Sola keeps me wired

If I grow cold I should grow tired

If I get cold I will get tired

But I’ll get to Mexico before I die