Wake up at noon to hear the rain
It's a frame that suits me fine
No pressure now to achieve
Anything by above average speed
So I turn the music on and I turn it off
To leave more space for thoughts
Not knowing soon they'll be stalled
By a mildly disappointing calls
I have thought of you since I came
All the street signs spells out your name
Will I meet you here? Could well be
On a summer week in your beloved Spain
Wake up at noon to hear the rain

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