Madrid, Madrid, Madrid

The good ones are the bad ones
Nothing can go right anymore
You finish your cigarette and I stand up
Today there was a blackout

The storm goes on

The light lasted as long as a cup of coffee
I don’t want to see your wild and cruel side
Another plane has gone down, the storm goes on

That winter nothing could stop us
The wheel kept turning
And what will become of me with so much space
You took a part of the city
I can’t find my place
Madrid, Madrid, Madrid

I miss you

The wounds poorly healed
The fear of going crazy
It seems like it’s all passed and for the first time
I’ve felt like a jerk
The storm goes on

That winter nothing could stop us
The wheel kept turning
And what will become of me with so much space
You took a part of the city
I can’t find my place
Madrid, Madrid, Madrid

I miss you, oh
I miss you
I miss you, oh

That winter nothing could stop us
The wheel kept turning
And what will become of me with so much space
You took a part of the city
I can’t find my place
Madrid, Madrid, Madrid

I miss you