Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Words we have heard too many times
It's all cliché to one your age
Something new comes, something old stays
Someone is lost in a embrace
It's fictional, this golden cage

I'm bound to run, I'm bound to flee
Nothing confining me, figuratively free
Andalusia

So what do you want for your birthday?
I want less, take it all away
I wanna be lost in space
Lost in Spain

It hurts to pretend we are enlightened
I feel like an actor, this is not a film
But a series of bouts between bathing
I'm clean enough

I'm bound to run, I'm bound to flee
Nothing confining me, imagining I am free
Sane, I remain here in Spain