In a Room The House of Love

(Come here) (or possibly something in Spanish)
(Hey)

When I get there I'll be ready
With a map and a pen, duty is a creed
There are lessons for the lonely
When I'm drunk in a room
That's when I think of you
Oh my baby, She went AWOL
Drove to a shop, never to return
And it broke me, like a flower
Baked in the sun, a hot Spanish sun

But I can't slow down
No I can't slow down
No I can't

What a story, not a volume
Just a tacky little ode in the corner of my mind
Maybe Preston in the winter
Drinking in the night, the cold English night

But I can't slow down
No I can't slow down
No I can't slow down
No I can't