Four days in Spain Smoky Spain And I take off again Then I take off again, smiling back The engine is idling And the car seems to be expanding Weird Blindfolded kissing Looking for the truth in your tiny moves I hate to loose Four days in Spain Spooky Spain And you're my missing thing: Too sweet and pointless Complete and somewhere else I was sick of being asked I didn't want to to anyways Sucking down mother's milk Singing my throat away It's not an awful secret, you know It's just a secret Spitting out your blue gum Kissing your breath away I wanted you to sleep with her and Hate yourself instead of me I wanted you untrue, Hating yourself like me After all, what am I missing I haven't missed before, Sucking down the precious lies I should have swallowed way before?