Remember those long nights in Barcelona? It felt like we were melting in the heat. You drank sangria - I had Corona as the football fans all partied in the street. Freezing in a rain soaked Scottish summer - again and again and yet again. Driving through the mountains in the lightning with thunder louder than the Jesus and Mary Chain. On an on down through the glen and back again. Let's go again. Where were we when we stood on the clifftops? Silver sunbeams cut through dark steel grey. Waves of weather washing fast toward us. I remember that it was a magic day. One day we walked all around an island, watched the dolphins playing by the shore. Cooled our feet in perfect sparkling water. Sat on white sands listening to the sea roar. Then we put our boots back on and walked some more. Let's go explore. Too much schnapps the night before we travelled. Lucky that we just missed the wrong train. Lost direction as my brains were scrambled and I struggled to work out how I'd explain. Sitting on a balcony at sunset, watching colours lighting up the sky. Houses cross the valley turned their lights on and we told each other stories to say why. Then the lights went slow out. Good night. Goodbye.
