Your Spain - The White Birch
You swung my feet to the melody, of the train
To show me the shades about to fall, still moving
You brought me down to the majesty, of your Spain
To prove some things will stand
some things will fall, moving
And I was okay, and proud
We danced all night to feel the pull, of the chain
To try on the fate about fall, with morning
I woke up to the majesty, of your Spain
Some things will stand
Some things will fall, with morning
And I'll be okay, and proud
Some things will stand
Some things will fall, moving
Some things will stand
Some things will fall, moving
Some things will stand
Some things will fall