Spain      Four days in Spain   Smoky Spain   And I take off again   Then I take off again, smiling back      The engine is idling   And the car seems to be expanding   Weird      Blindfolded kissing   Looking for the truth in your tiny moves   I hate to loose      Four days in Spain   Spooky Spain   And you're my missing thing:   Too sweet and pointless   Complete and somewhere else      I was sick of being asked   I didn't want to to anyways   Sucking down mother's milk   Singing my throat away      It's not an awful secret, you know   It's just a secret   Spitting out your blue gum   Kissing your breath away      I wanted you to sleep with her and   Hate yourself instead of me   I wanted you untrue,   Hating yourself like me      After all, what am I missing   I haven't missed before,   Sucking down the precious lies   I should have swallowed way before?