Granada
Mike VanPortfleet
Oh Granada I see, from the land to the sea
Like a bird in the sky I stare down on your view
Oh Granada, are you slipping away?
Oh Granada I feel that I'll never be free
And I'll never set my feet back down on your ground
Oh Granada, you are slipping away
I must incinerate every word
That spews from those pretty lips
I must incinerate, it's not the end of the line
It's the end of the world
Oh Granada I see, through your eyes runs a gleam
But it's fading so fast I can hardly believe
That Granada, that you'll never be real
Oh Granada you are just a vague ancient star
In the head of a man that will never go far
Oh Granada, for a time you were real
