Barcelona

One more day down these stairs
His room is cold now and it hurts like hell
He holds tight
He stares
It's almost over and it's running through his head
They don't know me
They don't know more than I show
She's walking up to him so slowly
It's about time
It's about time to fly away but wait
This one is different 'cause she's lonely
Fold your wings
You'll need them more one day
One more smile
One more bed
Her eyes are dark now and they hurt like hell
She's so still
She's dead
She knows it's over
She holds her head and says, "They can't love me
They can't love what I don't show"
Oh
He's walking up to her so slowly
It's about time
It's about time to fly away but wait
This one is different 'cause he's lonely
Fold your wings
You'll need them more
There've been to many times
When I've drowned you with these perfect lines
And you've heard me say that I can cure you
This morning I woke up with this overwhelming fear of love
And I'm not sure if I can resurrect you
Now I'm walking up to you so slowly
It's about time
It's about time to fly away but wait
I swear it's different 'cause I'm lonely
Fold your wings
You'll need them more one day