[Intro] (Crisp drum break, driving upright bass, tambourine, dark grand piano chords) (Punchy, low baritone sax hit: Bap-bap-baaaa!) [Verse 1] (Vocals are rhythmic, jazzy, and cynical) My world was all grey, like a faded old leaf, You broke in my life like a sweet, selfish thief. We lived on our love, paying no mind to time, And I, like a little girl, fell for each line. Then you took a trip to the south, Barcelona, And left me in silence with bourbon, alone here. And now you walked in, hanging your coat on the door... You smile like you used to, but something is wrong at the core. [Chorus] (Huge 60s Wall of Sound, dramatic minor key, heavy tambourine, female backing vocals) Your phone has no password — what a stupid and careless routine, One touch of the glass — and a Catalan view's on the screen. Sagrada Familia, the sunshine, the glasses of wine... You're giving her smile that was mine? (Sudden stop-time pause / Complete silence) I'm just a convenient harbor, a shadow that waits in the grey, While you and her were greeting a beautiful day! [Verse 2] (Tight groove. Bass, drums, and piano only. No brass) You sleep in the bedroom, I sit on the floor, Cold tiles in the corner, the bourbon I pour. The drops from the faucet are breaking the quiet so deep... How careless and soundly you manage to sleep! Pick up a razor? Or drink till it all fades to black? My world fell to pieces, and there is no way to put it back. [Chorus] (Full band crashes back in, vocals more aggressive) Your phone has no password — what a stupid and careless routine, One touch of the glass — and a Catalan view's on the screen. Sagrada Familia, the sunshine, the glasses of wine... You're giving her smile that was mine? (Sudden stop-time pause / Complete silence) I'm just a convenient harbor, a shadow that waits in the grey, While you and her were greeting a beautiful day! [Bridge] (Heavy snare hits on every beat) The bright Spanish sun burned my heart down to nothing but ash! I’d cause a huge scene, but I can't lift myself for the clash. (Brass section hits hard and sharp) I'd rather get drunk than to leave a deep cut bleeding red. Tomorrow you'll wake up, and I won't be here in this bed! [Outro] (Abrupt stop, instruments drop out) Razor in the trash. Bottle is all done. You sleep. I am numb. (Final heavy drum hit and low piano chord, ringing out) [End]
