Riazor

At midnight on the cliff
I arrive late, you're already waiting
Facing the waves, imagining what it would be like to take the plunge
Today, more than a million years ago
We swam on the beaches of Riazor
August heat, September storm

Two months before
Those oil slicks appeared
Between your heart and my head

What has become of you, of that song,
Of the idle hours in your room?
Who said I wouldn't lose control
When I was on the path to destruction?
Today, that sea breeze blows again
Clouding the mind and sight
I'd rather jump without looking and I want you to follow me
(And I want you to follow me)

Always smoking like a maniac
Searching for life on other planets
Obsessed with going beyond to reach the perfect thrill
Perhaps only I realized
That October would bring the worst
August heat, September storm

I can still see in slow motion
Those days of oil slicks
Between your heart and my head

What has become of you, of that song,
Of the idle hours in your room?
Who said I wouldn't lose control
When I was on the path to destruction?
Today, that sea breeze blows again
Clouding the mind and sight
I'd rather jump without looking and I want you to follow me