Better In Spain Kate Miller-Heidke

Can't stand it when the sun goes down
And i'm still yawning in my dressing gown
Like an old maid with her knitting

I got my mail order shoes today
But all parties are a season away
And gumboots would be more fitting

Sun, is there any chance of a warm change?
Sun please step on this rain, i'm going in....sane
Things are better in Spain

By myself eating coffee and cake
I think of all the friends that i could make
And i wonder if i still exist

New ghosts are living next door
I hear their dishes and their feet on the floor
Maybe a family...maybe terrorists

I don't suppose there's a chance of a warm change?
God please step on this rain, i'm going insane
Things are better in Spain

The sky's endless and the earth has a tan
The women kiss you and the men all dance
Even the dogs there have rhythm