Been four hours
I'm still high as shit
In Toledo
Dagger on my hip
On that balcony
Apples on the street
That we threw from the night before
I'm sleeping in the shower
Poison on my chest
White wine on the beach
Watching you undress
Smelled closed-cigarettes, by the steeple
Sleep in Sevilla
Wake in Madrid
Don't tell a soul
Secrets you hid
And I know, we'll be dead men
If they found out what we did
So roll up what we got
And blow it in the wind