my baby is my devil
tossed out, dimembered
a thought to remember
swollen from apetite
too empty to be bright
lodged my complaint
sinister saint
its cold and im tired
and i just dont know

explain way the rain
there's sunshine in spain
in cataluyna, far from roma
we can be...
...just be...

my angel's a devil
she carries me home
im too drunk to level
i wanna be stoned
with green eyes like absinthe
she talks slowly for me
i cant understand
i cant hardly speak

carry me away
to the sunshine of spain
with picasso blue, oh, and baby too
we can be...
...just be...