From Africa To Malaga

It's too easy to cry
 When everything eventually dies
 If not today then maybe tomorrow
 Don't let that thought slip away
 Let it come out and play
 It takes you down
 At the speed of sound
 When you're underground
 You never think you'll get out
 Up and around
 Then it goes down
 The thought that you found
 Takes you to town
 Smashes your face, burns at your heart
 Then you go home and turn it in to art
 It's not easy to die
 No matter how dumb you are you eventually rise
 If not today then maybe tomorrow
 Don't let that soul get away
 Let it fly till your dying day
 This is the chance
 For one last glance
 Why we entrance
 Don't cry for the time you lost in your life
 The money is spent on the cheap white lies
 Kiss them goodbye and see what's left
 I know it's you, I know it's you
 I'm blistering to winds coming in from Africa to Málaga