Barcelona

Heading back your way
 Heading back over to the cold shoulder of Ontario
 And I'm tracing your face with words to a page
 That I found on the plane
 And the skies are clear
 In Barcelona
 No storms ahead here
 And the skies are clear
 In Barcelona
 No storms ahead or anything at all
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 And I had to leave that place
 As well as that damned city
 Home to all the stress that it'd bring me
 I packed up my words of lost hurt that I made
 And I fucked off to Spain
 'Cause the skies are clear
 In Barcelona
 No storms ahead here
 And the skies are clear
 In Barcelona
 No storms ahead or anything at all
 At all, at all, at all
 At all
 I'm heading back your way
 Heading back over to the cold shoulder of Ontario
 And I'm tracing your face with words to a page
 That I found on the plane
 'Cause the skies are clear
 In Barcelona
 No storms ahead here
 And the skies are clear
 In Barcelona
 No storms ahead or anything at all
 ♪
 I wanna be the grass that flicker
 Like feathers on a hill within a salted breeze
 Under cool and kind weather
 Shaped by the scent of the sea