Letras
It's an odd thing, admitting that it's true
That the one thing that truly lifts you can nearly kill you
In Granada, back on the rule, I was a high-fashion rich
On and on, with a blissed-out fool
And I taught myself
A new kind of patience
And I taught myself
How to heal a lame man
By embarrassing riches
Surely, bury me again
My unfathomable satisfaction
Surely, smother me again