Barcelona

I guess I knew the scale of silence
In your presence was a bad omen
And all the days of lying silent
In our bedroom were too good to hold
And while you're raising broken sails to sail ashore
I'm growing bored of losing, we'll be accounted for

And now we're waking in the morning
In a room that's lost its love
And we're apart and
There's growing boredom

You're taking my cool
Raiding my soul
I'm racing you to the water
Then brakes in Barcelona
Takes the winner
Baby, you'll lose perspective
Of whose soul you're skinning
I'm losing my cool
You're right up your alley
I'm losing my cool
Yeah, it's my soul you're skinning
Oh, I'm losing my cool

I'm losing my, losing my cool

In Barcelona
I see you still love me now
And though I don't want to
We'll be waking in the morning
In a room that's lost its love
And we're apart and
There's growing boredom
You know

You're taking my cool
Raiding my soul
I'm racing you to the water
Then brakes in Barcelona
Takes the winner
Baby, you'll lose perspective
Of whose soul you're skinning
I'm losing my cool
You're right up your alley
I'm losing my cool
Yeah, it's my soul you're skinning
Oh, I'm losing my cool

Yeah, I'm losing my, losing my cool
I'm losing my, losing my cool