I'm dreaming of another place Freezing through these winter days My drifting mind is longing south Everyday a thousand flights By the night comes coastline-eyes Like shifting time could make it right Postcard from Spain Hands up, head south Four words in frames Out of cash in a tiny bar We ran away with someone's guitar No turning back, no turning back Flashes from life I had before Costa del Sol '94 No turning back, no turning back The yard, the trees All filled with snow Up in the air, I need to know The haunting smile before my eyes Sleepless bandit on the run I stare towards the burning sun Vaulting miles to these shorelines Postcard from Spain Hands up, head south Four words in frames Out of cash in a tiny bar We ran away with someone's guitar No turning back, no turning back Flashes from life I had before Costa del Sol '94 No turning back, no turning back Hands up, hands up Head south, head south Hands up, hands up, hands up Head south, head south, head south Hands up, hands up, hands up Out of cash in a tiny bar We ran away with someone's guitar No turning back, no turning back Flashes from life I had before Costa del Sol '94 No turning back, no turning back