Scenes From The Costa Del Sol
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Lyrics
Costa del Sol Tonight
Late sun falling down the white walls
Gold in the glass, black shoes on stone
One small table, one dark coffee
And suddenly I am not alone
San Pedro breathes a little slower
Marbella knows exactly when to glow
Estepona throws her flowers
Right into the evening flow
Old streets, salt air, orange light
Everything sharpens into night
I said one drink and I will go
The whole coast smiled and told me no
Costa del Sol tonight
You turn the restless heart to gold
White walls, red wine, midnight air
And a story begging to be told
Costa del Sol tonight
You move slow, but hit just right
Sea on my skin, sparks in my step
And I am not going home tonight
Waiters weaving with precision
Small plates landing right on cue
Someone strikes a line on nylon
And the whole room leans into
History is not a museum
It is poured beside the bread and fire
Saints and traders, silk and rumor
Still alive in the pulse and wire
Harbor dark, church bells high
Moonlight hanging low and dry
I said behave, keep this small
The whole coast laughed and took it all
Costa del Sol tonight
You turn the restless heart to gold
White walls, red wine, midnight air
And a story begging to be told
Costa del Sol tonight
You move slow, but hit just right
Sea on my skin, sparks in my step
And I am not going home tonight
Maybe love begins with a city
That knows exactly who you are
Maybe home begins with music
Heard from half a room away, not far
Maybe one warm coast at midnight
Can put the color back in sight
Heel on stone, salt in the breeze
And one more chorus after night
Costa del Sol tonight
You turn the restless heart to gold
White walls, red wine, midnight air
And a story begging to be told
Costa del Sol tonight
You move slow, but hit just right
Sea on my skin, sparks in my step
And I am not going home tonight
Costa del Sol tonight
You turn the restless heart to gold
White walls, red wine, midnight air
And a story begging to be told
Costa del Sol tonight
You move slow, but hit just right
Sea on my skin, sparks in my step
And I am not going home tonight
Not going home tonight
Morning Over Estepona
I wake before the city fully finds its voice
Light on the floor, and everything is gold by choice
The room is still, the air is clear, the window holds the sea
And for a quiet second it feels like the day was made for me
Estepona in the morning
No need to say a word
The kind of calm you do not capture
Only feel and then deserve
Almost windless, almost weightless
Blue laid out from shore to sky
And somewhere past the shining water
The world keeps opening wide
The Rock is standing in the distance
Like it has all my life to stay
Africa resting in the brightness
And I know I have to take this day
Morning over Estepona
Sun all over stone and sea
Gibraltar on the horizon
And the whole world looking back at me
Morning over Estepona
Paradise in open view
If heaven has a front-row window
I think it might look something like this too
Coffee on the table cooling
White light on the balcony rail
Mountains waking far behind me
Silver line across the sail
One more breath and one decision
Do not waste what you can feel
Some days ask for slow surrender
Some days ask for something real
So I take the street, the sun, the hour
Let the whole day find my skin
Let the sea air clear the thinking
Let the bright world pull me in
There are mornings made for hiding
And mornings made to start again
This one says, come out and live now
Do not wait for someday then
The Rock is sharp against the daylight
Africa soft beyond the blue
And all that space between the waters
Feels like a promise coming true
Morning over Estepona
Sun all over stone and sea
Gibraltar on the horizon
And the whole world looking back at me
Morning over Estepona
Paradise in open view
If heaven has a front-row window
I think it might look something like this too
What beats a morning made of sunlight
Sea and mountain, stone and air
What beats a day that starts in beauty
And tells you, go, your life is there
Not every miracle is thunder
Some arrive with almost no sound
Just a window, light, and stillness
And your whole heart turning round
Morning over Estepona
Sun all over stone and sea
Gibraltar on the horizon
And the whole world looking back at me
Morning over Estepona
Paradise in open view
If heaven has a front-row window
I think it might look something like this too
Morning over Estepona
Sun all over stone and sea
Gibraltar on the horizon
And the whole world looking back at me
Morning over Estepona
Paradise in open view
If heaven has a front-row window
I think it might look something like this too
Seize the day, the day is beautiful
San Pedro Morning Parade
Sun up on the Paseo, fat blue on the bay, San Pedro starts in motion before the heat owns the day
One dog pulling at a long lead, one man stretching by the sea
One child flying past on wheels, like the whole world has somewhere to be
Older men on pedal trainers, talking like they run the town
Young mums with coffee, little scooters, football rolling up and down
Yo, the breathing by the shoreline, palms just barely moving air
And every face already saying, life is happening right here
No grand entrance, no grand display, just the kind of perfect morning that makes you want to join the day
San Pedro, morning parade, everybody out in the lights
Small wheels, dog leads, bare feet, ball games, and the whole world waking right
San Pedro, morning parade, sea air, laughter, easy grace
One soft sun on a hundred little lives, and every one of them in place
Bikes go rolling down the seafront, conversations cross the lane
Someone waves and keeps on moving, someone starts the day again
No one trying to be famous, no one forcing any scene
Just the kind of lived-in duty that makes an ordinary morning gleam
A father kicks a boat and listens, and the children laugh out loud
A woman folds into a sunrise stretch, far away from any crowd
The sea stays calm, the time stays open, even silence has a swing
And all these small unhurried moments make the whole place softly sing
One more breath, one more blue, one more reason to be grateful
For the simple things that move
San Pedro, morning parade, everybody out in the lights
Small wheels, dog leads, bare feet, ball games, and the whole world waking right
San Pedro, morning parade, sea air, laughter, easy grace
Once our son on a hundred little lives, and every one of them in place
Some mornings ask for a dream, and some mornings ask for awe
This one asks for walking into everything you love and saw
The town can feel like music without a stage or neon sign
Just people moving through the sunlight and making daily life shine
San Pedro, morning parade, everybody out in the lights
Small wheels, dog leads, bare feet, ball games, and the whole world waking right
San Pedro, morning parade, sea air, laughter, easy grace
Once our son on a hundred little lives, and every one of them in place
San Pedro, you make the day begin
Camuri by the Water
Water shining just beyond us
White plates catching midday gold
Estepona breathing softly
And the whole day slow and bold
Camuri waiting by the shoreline
Cool shade, warm hands, perfect ease
One hello and something changes
Like the room has read the breeze
Service moving like good timing
No one pushing, no one late
Just that calm and quiet polish
That can set an entire state
Rice and seafood, bright small flavors
Sea and citrus in the air
And the blue outside the terrace
Feels like it was placed there with care
One more look at the water
One more breath of salt and sun
Some lunches end when plates are empty
This one lingers when it is done
Camuri by the water
Mar azul, mar azul
Sun on the glass and light on the sea
And everything turning beautiful
Camuri by the water
Qué bonito how you move
Soft hands, bright air, slow summer rhythm
And the whole day finds its groove
Camuri, mar azul
Laguna light across the table
Soft conversation, low and near
Someone pours another cool white wine
And suddenly you want to stay right here
Mediterranean with a twist of elsewhere
A little east inside the south
And every dish arrives with balance
And leaves the sea still in your mouth
Some places shine because they try to
Some just know exactly how
This one wears its beauty lightly
And makes the whole lunch feel like now
And the people working through it
Carry grace from start to end
So the place feels less like service
And a little more like friends
One more wave beyond the terrace
One more little breath of heat
Somewhere between the view and kindness
The whole afternoon turns sweet
Camuri by the water
Mar azul, mar azul
Sun on the glass and light on the sea
And everything turning beautiful
Camuri by the water
Qué bonito how you move
Soft hands, bright air, slow summer rhythm
And the whole day finds its groove
Camuri, qué bonito
Some days belong to old town shadows
Some to mountain roads and stone
This day belongs to sea and sunlight
And a table of its own
Not every memory needs drama
Some arrive with taste and grace
A perfect lunch, a blue horizon
And a smile that holds its place
Camuri by the water
Mar azul, mar azul
Sun on the glass and light on the sea
And everything turning beautiful
Camuri by the water
Qué bonito how you move
Soft hands, bright air, slow summer rhythm
And the whole day finds its groove
Camuri by the water
Mar azul, mar azul
Sun on the glass and light on the sea
And everything turning beautiful
Camuri by the water
Qué bonito how you move
Soft hands, bright air, slow summer rhythm
And the whole day finds its groove
Camuri, mar azul
Camuri, you make the noon feel new
EME de Miguel Bistro & Gourmet
San Pedro glowing after sunset
Soft gold slipping through the glass
A quiet room with perfect timing
Letting every moment pass
Not too much, not overplaying
No need to push a single line
Then Miguel Mena moves between us
And the whole place falls in time
White shirts, low talk, warm reflections
Silver catching candle flame
One small nod and something changes
And the room is not the same
Not a show, not noisy glamour
Just a deeper kind of art
Where taste and ease and rhythm gather
And settle right into the heart
One look to the terrace
One turn through the room
You hold the whole night steady
Like a good band in full bloom
EME de Miguel tonight
Bistro and Gourmet in the light
A little soul, a little style
And every table lands just right
EME de Miguel tonight
San Pedro warm and dressed in grace
One soft smile, one perfect rhythm
And the whole room finds its place
Mediterranean on the table
Something wider in the air
A touch of fire, a touch of polish
And the feeling someone cares
Croquettes, prawns, a glass of red wine
Late plates moving smooth and clean
The kind of place that keeps its beauty
Without becoming too pristine
Some rooms are built for showing off
This one is built to stay
The kind of warmth that does not crowd you
But quietly clears the day
And beside the flow of service
There is something almost true
Like the whole night has been tuned in
And is breathing right through you
One glance to the bar
You make the smallest details feel
Exactly where they are
EME de Miguel tonight
Bistro and Gourmet in the light
A little soul, a little style
And every table lands just right
EME de Miguel tonight
San Pedro warm and dressed in grace
One soft smile, one perfect rhythm
And the whole room finds its place
Some places give you dinner
Some places give you night
Some places catch the surface
This one gets the feeling right
A room can move with kindness
A room can breathe with art
And when the timing comes from people
You hear it in your heart
EME de Miguel tonight
Bistro and Gourmet in the light
A little soul, a little style
And every table lands just right
EME de Miguel tonight
San Pedro warm and dressed in grace
One soft smile, one perfect rhythm
And the whole room finds its place
EME de Miguel tonight
Bistro and Gourmet in the light
A little soul, a little style
And every table lands just right
EME de Miguel tonight
San Pedro warm and dressed in grace
One soft smile, one perfect rhythm
And the whole room finds its place
Miguel Mena, you make the whole room breathe
Orange Square Serenade
Waiters slide through candlelight, soft cafe talk and clinking glass
A slow guitar from a doorway lets one beautiful moment pass
I do not need a grand occasion, no velvet rope, no neon sign
Just this plaza breathing softly, and one more evening that is mine
Plaza de los naranjos, you wear the night with grace
Every table, every window holds a little bit of place
Orange square serenade, Marbella after dark
As a harp in the evening air and music finding spark
Orange square serenade, old town dressed in gold
A little vino, a little moonlight and stories centuries old
Past the fountain, past the flower pots, past the doors worn smooth by years
Past the couple sharing secrets, past the laughter low and clear
History here is not a lecture, it is living at your side
In the ironwork, the footsteps, in the way these shadows glide
Some places has to dazzle, this one only has to be
An orange tree, a glass, a doorway and the right company
Maybe love begins with walking, without needing where or when
Just a square, a song, a summer and a wish to stay again
Plaza de los naranjos, still turning time to art
Even the stones seem to remember, how to open up the heart
Orange square serenade, Marbella after dark
As a harp in the evening air and music finding spark
Orange square serenade, old town dressed in gold
A little vino, a little moonlight and stories centuries old
Maybe every city has a heartbeat, but some keep it hidden deep
Marbella keeps hers in the old town, where the orange branches sleep
And when the night leans through the plaza, everything slows down just right
So you can hear the centuries breathing, under one more summer night
Orange square serenade, Marbella after dark
As a harp in the evening air and music finding spark
Orange square serenade, old town dressed in gold
A little vino, a little moonlight and stories centuries old
Orange square serenade, Marbella after dark
As a harp in the evening air and music finding spark
Orange square serenade, old town dressed in gold
A little vino, a little moonlight and stories centuries old
Marbella, mi corazon, tonight
Puerto Banús Nocturne
Puerto Banús in black water
Gold light shaking on the hulls
High heels crossing marble slowly
Every silence saying more
Dinner smoke and cold cristal
Low conversaciones in the dark
And the harbor wears its secrets
Like a diamond with a spark
I walk past the late terrazas
Past the shadow of the masts
Past the faces built for photos
Past the glances that do not last
Then the sea cuts through the glamour
With a quieter kind of truth
And the saxophone says softly
There is danger here with youth
No one comes for innocence
No one stays for show
Puerto Banús keeps moving
Low and slow and low
Puerto Banús nocturne
Luna on the sea
Copa on the table, fuego in the air
And the night leaning into me
Puerto Banús nocturne
Velvet bars and midnight blue
One more step beyond the bright façade
And the dark starts looking through
Late perfume and polished chrome
Soft laughter cut with ice
Every table sells a version
Every smile has got a price
Still there is a kind of beauty
In the way the whole thing plays
Like a band that knows temptation
And can swing through all its shades
One bartender wipes the mirror
One pareja disappears
One yacht line taps against the harbor
Like a pulse inside my ears
And somewhere near the edge of midnight
Where the walkway meets the foam
I feel the port become a story
That will follow me back home
Una mirada
Then it is gone
Puerto Banús never explains itself
It just keeps pulling on
Puerto Banús nocturne
Luna on the sea
Copa on the table, fuego in the air
And the night leaning into me
Puerto Banús nocturne
Velvet bars and midnight blue
One more step beyond the bright façade
And the dark starts looking through
Maybe some nights are for leaving
Maybe some are made to burn
Maybe some harbors keep your shadow
Long after you have turned
Not every paradise is gentle
Some arrive with steel and flame
A kiss of light, a flash of danger
And no one giving up a name
Puerto Banús nocturne
Luna on the sea
Copa on the table, fuego in the air
And the night leaning into me
Puerto Banús nocturne
Velvet bars and midnight blue
One more step beyond the bright façade
And the dark starts looking through
Puerto Banús nocturne
Luna on the sea
Copa on the table, fuego in the air
And the night leaning into me
Puerto Banús nocturne
Velvet bars and midnight blue
One more step beyond the bright façade
And the dark starts looking through
Puerto Banús, qué noche
Cantinero Gold
Blue glass on white linen
Amber in the light
A room that does not need to shout
To hold you through the night
San Pedro just outside the door
Soft footsteps, low hello
Then La Bodega starts to breathe
And the whole room starts to glow
Not a borrowed kind of beauty
Not a polished empty scene
This is warmth with real intention
This is welcome felt between
Every table has a rhythm
Every smile arrives on cue
And somewhere in the quiet movement
You can feel the place is true
Quality in the details
Service in the air
No one has to say a word
You feel the care is there
La Bodega del Cantinero
Turns the room to living gold
Sherry in the glass, soft laughter in the dark
And stories getting told
La Bodega del Cantinero
San Pedro after nine
A little jazz, a little southern fire
And the whole night lands in time
Old Andalusian heartbeat
With a finer modern line
A plate comes out with quiet pride
A second glass of something fine
Live music in the background
Or maybe just the room itself
Because even when the band is still
The rhythm lives in everyone else
Family in the atmosphere
Not crowded, not too grand
The kind of place that takes your shoulder
And gently slows your hand
Some places feed your appetite
Some places feed your soul
This one somehow does both at once
And pours it amber gold
One turn from the doorway
One glance across the bar
And every little moving part
Knows exactly where they are
La Bodega del Cantinero
Turns the room to living gold
Sherry in the glass, soft laughter in the dark
And stories getting told
La Bodega del Cantinero
San Pedro after nine
A little jazz, a little southern fire
And the whole night lands in time
Some rooms are only passing through you
Some rooms remember your name
Some rooms get all the small things right
And that is why they stay
A barrel, a song, a table
A kindness poured just right
And suddenly one ordinary dinner
Turns into a longer night
La Bodega del Cantinero
Turns the room to living gold
Sherry in the glass, soft laughter in the dark
And stories getting told
La Bodega del Cantinero
San Pedro after nine
A little jazz, a little southern fire
And the whole night lands in time
La Bodega del Cantinero
Turns the room to living gold
Sherry in the glass, soft laughter in the dark
And stories getting told
La Bodega del Cantinero
San Pedro after nine
A little jazz, a little southern fire
And the whole night lands in time
Cantinero gold, stay a little longer
Balthazar in Benahavís
Then I was an evening linen, white walls holding back the heat,
Narrow streets and lifted glasses footsteps dancing under feet
I came looking for a dinner, then the whole night changed its plan, at la Escalera de Balthasar
Style arrived and gently sang, French fire on a village table, soft and illusionary outside
One part candle, one part life, did one part mountain, summer light
Nothing loud and nothing foist, here everything just lands in place,
Like the room was tuned for pleasure and built to move with taste and grace
One more pour, one more glance, one more reason not to run
Benahavís is full of rhythm, after dark and after sun
Balthasar in Benahavís
You turn the night to gold, a little France, a little sir, and a story getting told
Balthasar in Benahavís
Warm plates, late wine, slow spark, one soft swing through a mountain village
And the whole room lights the dark
Seasonal flavors, quiet confidence, service smooth and candle bright
The kind of place that does not chase you, still it keeps you half the night outside
The village keeps on breathing inside, every course arrives on time
And somehow all that mountain stillness starts to mood in perfect rhyme
Some places only want attention, some places really know their art
This one reaches past the hunger and lands somewhere near the heart
You can taste the care behind it, feel the warmth behind the show
And the road back down to Marvell starts to feel too soon to go
One more toast, salute and smile, one more hour in village light
Somewhere between the land and sea, everything comes right tonight
Balthasar in Benahavís
You turn the night to gold, a little France, a little sir, and a story getting told
Balthasar in Benahavís
Warm plates, late wines, low spark, one soft swing through a mountain village
And the whole room lights the dark
Some nights belong to big marinas, some belong to old town squares
This one belongs to mountain silence, wearing perfume, wine, and stares
And when the room gets all the details, so quietly, so clean, so right
You do not only love the dinner, you fall a little for the night
Balthasar in Benahavís
You turn the night to gold, a little France, a little sir, and a story getting told
Balthasar in Benahavís
Warm plates, late wines, low spark, one soft swing through a mountain village
And the whole room lights the dark
Balthasar, Balthasar, Balthasar, Balthasar, Benahavís, Benahavís, you do this right
Benahavís
Lunch Above the Gorge
Ronda holding up the daylight
Stone and sky and open air
Lunch above the silent valley
And the whole earth waiting there
One white table, one cold glass
One long breath I did not plan
Then the gorge cuts through the moment
Like a line too deep for hands
Puente Nuevo in the sunlight
Strong enough to split the blue
Old and still and almost reckless
Like it knew what time could do
Far below, the green goes quiet
High above, the swallows turn
And somewhere in the heat and distance
Every thought begins to burn
Roca, viento, sombra, cielo
Everything feels carved and true
I came here only for the view
And left with something breaking through
Lunch above the gorge in Ronda
Sun on stone and wine on ice
Puente Nuevo holds the silence
Like a prayer with edges twice
Lunch above the gorge in Ronda
Deep green falling out of sight
A little flamenco in the heartbeat
And the whole world drawn in light
Olive hills beyond the canyon
White walls holding back the flame
Every step through old Andalucía
Feels older than its name
A guitar somewhere below us
Or maybe just the blood in time
But even laughter at the table
Starts to sound a little prime
Bread and oil and summer talking
Slow red wine against the noon
Nothing here is trying too hard
Still it reaches somewhere huge
Some places flatter, some places dazzle
This one opens up the chest
Makes you sit a little taller
Makes the heart confess the rest
Roca, puente, aire, fuego
Everything is clear and wide
You do not only look at Ronda
Ronda moves you from inside
Lunch above the gorge in Ronda
Sun on stone and wine on ice
Puente Nuevo holds the silence
Like a prayer with edges twice
Lunch above the gorge in Ronda
Deep green falling out of sight
A little flamenco in the heartbeat
And the whole world drawn in light
Some views are only beautiful
Some change the way you stand
Some take the noise right out of you
And place your life back in your hands
A bridge can cross a canyon
A day can cross a doubt
And one bright lunch above the valley
Can turn your whole heart out
Lunch above the gorge in Ronda
Sun on stone and wine on ice
Puente Nuevo holds the silence
Like a prayer with edges twice
Lunch above the gorge in Ronda
Deep green falling out of sight
A little flamenco in the heartbeat
And the whole world drawn in light
Lunch above the gorge in Ronda
Sun on stone and wine on ice
Puente Nuevo holds the silence
Like a prayer with edges twice
Lunch above the gorge in Ronda
Deep green falling out of sight
A little flamenco in the heartbeat
And the whole world drawn in light
Ronda, you open up the day
La Concha Heat
I'm laughing through it
One more turn, one steeper line
Stoning, scrubbing, dry, bright silence
Sweating sky and uphill light
Every step says keep on going
Every step says this is right
No soft terrace, no cold shadow
Only blue and white and flame
Only shoulders working upward
Only lungs that call your name
Then you stop and look behind you
And the whole coast opens wide
Marbellas shining, sea laid silver
And the day thrown open wide
Hot air, thin air, hearts beating fast
The climb gets under your skin
And makes the whole world vast
La Concha Heat
We climbed into the sky
Salt on the skin, fire in the chest
And the coastline opening wide
La Concha Heat
What a way to feel alive
One hard road, one wild view
And the whole heart switched on high
The rock out there beyond the water
Africa somewhere in the haze
Reservoir below like glasswork
Held inside the white mountain blaze
No one gets this kind of beauty
Just by wishing from a chair
You earn it with your breath and footsteps
Sun all in your hair
We were warm and we were smiling
A little wrecked and feeling great
Like the mountain took the noise away
And left us something straight
Not a postcard, not a filter
Not a dream you only keep
This was muscle light and distance cutting
All the way in deep
One more look, one more blue
When the world gets this wide open
It opens something in you
La Concha Heat
We climbed into the sky
Salt on the skin, fire in the chest
And the coastline opening wide
La Concha Heat
What a way to feel alive
One hard road, one wild view
And the whole heart switched on high
Some days ask for velvet evenings
Some days ask for sea and wine
This day asked for sweat and sunlight
And a mountain face to climb
Some views only look impressive
This one changes how you stand
You come back down with dust and wonder
And a new sky in your hand
La Concha Heat
We climbed into the sky
Salt on the skin, fire in the chest
And the coastline opening wide
La Concha Heat
What a way to feel alive
One hard road, one wild view
And the whole heart switched on high
La Concha Heat
We climbed into the sky
Salt on the skin, fire in the chest
And the coastline opening wide
La Concha Heat
What a way to feel alive
One hard road, one wild view
And the whole heart switched on high
La Concha
Give you stuff
Give you stuff
La Concha
La Concha
La Concha
Yeah
After Beach on the Costa
Salt still shining on my shoulders
Golden sand still on my shoes
Late sun leaning on the water
And the whole coast dressed to move
Estaplona in the distance
San Pedro breathing through the heat
My Bella lighting up the evening
And the bass already in my feet
All day long we chased the blue line
Lunch and laughter, sea and stone
Now the after bitch is calling
Like the night has found its tone
Hair still warm from sun and sea water
Skin still carrying the day
But the first cold drink says clearly
No one is going home this way
One more change of clothes
One more look at the sky
One more hour turning silver
Before the stars arrive
After beach on a coaster
Hands up to the fading light
Sacks in the air, brass in the blow
And the whole world dressed tonight
After beach on a coaster
One last run before the dark
Sea salt, sunsets, off we go
And the whole coast leans on my
Coaster
Coaster
Que noche
Ronda living in my memory
Cuero, barnuz and the shine
Orange squares and mountain dinners
Now all swing in perfect time
Got muri in the taste of summer
Then a Harvey's and a warm night air
Miguel smiling through the rhythm
And a good life everywhere
We were swimming, we were driving
We were walking into views
We were finding whole new versions
Of the life we got to choose
Now the curse comes back together
In the beat and in the blast
And the night sets, keep it moving
Do not let this moment pass
One more round of light
One more beat to catch
When a whole trip turns electric
You do one more round
After beach on the coaster
Hair's up to the fading light
Socks in the air, brass in the blow
And the whole world dressed tonight
After beach on a coaster
One last run before the dark
Seasons, sunsets, subway
Oh, and the whole coast leaves tomorrow
Es que del sol
Que bonito
After beach
After beach
And I am still not done
And I am still not done
Rock Me in Gibraltar
Rock me in Gibraltar, high above the sea, sex in the air, rice in the sun, and the whole world calling me
Rock me in Gibraltar, wild wind, bright blue fire, one look down and one look out, and the whole heart climbs higher
Bored of sun and moving traffic, then the great rock hits the sky, one quick coffee, laugh, and ticket, and the whole day starts to climb
Blue below and white boats turning, wind above the harbor line, every step feels a little louder, like the view is keeping time
Up we go, light gets sharper, see to left and see to right, you're up on one shoulder shining, Africa far out inside
Then the monkey's on the moment, cool as kings and twice as fast, stealing glances, stealing center, like they know this day will last
High, heart of sky and stone, one more breath and I am gone, right into the open blue, where the whole world comes in view
Rock me in Gibraltar, high above the sea, sex in the air, rice in the sun, and the whole world calling me
Rock me in Gibraltar, wild wind, bright blue fire, one look down and one look out, and the whole heart climbs higher
Gibraltar, ole
Monkeys posing like celebrities, tourists laughing in the heat, phones up high and hats half flying, rubber soles on climbing feet
Then the X goes by in silence, and the noise falls far below, only sky and limestone breathing, and the straits in silver glow
I can feel the coast behind me, all those miles of gold and green
Our baler nights that are on the daylight, now compressed into one sea
This is not a quiet postcard, this is coats and hide and grin
This is one of those bright hours that gets under all your skin
One more turn, one more stare, I saw the sunlight everywhere
When the world gets this alive, you do not walk, you almost fly
Rock me in Gibraltar, high above the sea, sex in the air, rice in the sun, and the whole world calling me
Rock me in Gibraltar, wild wind, bright blue fire, one look down and one look out, and the whole heart climbs higher
Rock me in Gibraltar, high above the sea, sex in the air, rice in the sun, and the whole world calling me
Silver on the Water
Silver in the water
That's a silver lining
I stopped at the ease to make up for the regret
Silver on the water
Candle in the glass
You look like one of those moments
Never made to pass
White walls holding shadows
Low voices in the blue
And all the room grew softer
The second I saw you
No hurry in your movement
No need to own the air
You wore the night so lightly
Like you had always belonged there
One hand resting on the table
One smile almost out of view
And suddenly the whole horizon
Turned and leaned toward you
I know how evening plays its games
How midnight paints things new
But this felt more than passing light
The moment looked like true
Silver on the water
Your eyes in the candlelight
One slow turn and the whole room changed
Somewhere between dark and white
Silver on the water
Sea breeze moving through the blue
One more glass, one longer silence
And the night came back to you
Late wine on the table
Soft linen amber flame
The city kept on talking
But nothing sounded quite the same
Nylon from the corner
Brushes low and close
Every little shadow in a room
Moved with what we did not show
Maybe it was timing
Maybe it was summer air
Maybe it was something in the way
You made stillness feel rare
You did not need a loud entrance
You did not need to try
You only had to lift your head
And let the silence testify
I told myself be careful
Do not let the feeling start
Then the moon rolled on the water
And went straight through my heart
Silver on the water
Your eyes in the candlelight
One slow turn and the whole room changed
Somewhere between dark and white
Silver on the water
Sea breeze moving through the blue
One more glass, one longer silence
And the night came back to you
Maybe love begins in fragments
In half a glance in borrowed light
In the hush between two heartbeats
In the shape the room takes at night
Maybe nothing has to happen
To become something true
Maybe all I will remember is the silver
Leading back to you
Silver on the water
Your eyes in the candlelight
One slow turn and the whole room changed
Somewhere between dark and white
Silver on the water
Sea breeze moving through the blue
One more glass, one longer silence
And the night came back to you
Silver on the water
Your eyes in the candlelight
One slow turn and the whole room changed
Somewhere between dark and white
Silver on the water
Sea breeze moving through the blue
One more glass, one longer silence
And the night came back to you
Silver on the water
I still see you there