The Falling Leaves

This is an archival website for music written, recorded, and/or produced by Dietrich Kammer.

Spain

4:02

#sun #mail

it’s all distorted and it’s gone
people tend to be on their own
from the people in the sun
to the ones on the run

keep your mouth, keep it shut
keep your mouth, keep it shut
and start to be more than you were

always think about suicide
everytime you have to decide
whether to go left or right
or to stay in the place you feel alright

i’ll go through the trash in your mail
to find out if you sailed
to the shores of a land
that has more than we to spend

maybe spain is to blame
maybe spain is to blame
where the sun shines long and strong

you wait at the critical junction
for a coach to come
and pick you up and drive
all through the night