Streets of Barcelona Video (MV)

I was a boxer on the edge of forever
I was in hell, I was inane, I was a man
You were an orphan on the streets of Barcelona
Where you loved me once
That old quixotic dance

You were a mystic, you made predictions
You saw the future
And you always had a way with simple things
So when the Matadors came reveling in their crimson
We taught the bulls to waltz inside the ring

In a choir of remainders we were holy
And if only for a moment, evergreen
Until I saw you waving at me from a jet plane
Was enough to bring the devil to his knees

If I could stop the clocks
And lay their faces at your feet
I would pawn my voice for rocks
That we could skip across the sea
And no longer would I have to wish that
You were here with me
As I wander through the
Streets of Barcelona