No one's gonna get it
They won't understand
Passion isn't perfect
Like sculptures in the sand
It's fleeting, temporary
And rarely ever planned
Now I could be a mother
In this foreign land
Barcelona
Barcelona, yeah
This feeling's overwhelming
And yet I feel so calm
Something natural, it's beautiful
There's no need for alarm
I wish this could be easy
I wish that I could stay
Just you and me and wavy trees
Somewhere in southern Spain
Barcelona, oh
Barcelona, yeah
My head is underwater
I'm holding my own hand
Tell my secrets to the ocean
And hope it understands
Barcelona, oh
Barcelona, oh
We can be, you and me
Wavy trees on the beach
Being free with my baby
And every day celebrate
Our escape down in Spain
In the clouds we'll elevate