# 8 tongue of Spain

knee deep in rubble dirt it's getting deeper yet pride's been gone some time couldn't tell you if it knows my name when i say there's no way this too shall pass they say no time for curtain calls brave flag on a broken mast pinching numbness with pints of booze i hear the mariachi sing my blues don't catch it note for note don't speak a word he sings but when it comes to pain and truth they nail it just the same they nail it in the tongue of Spain where can i runaway to find yesterday where they have memories of future things where do they make tears and mourning turn so sweet they nail it everytime they nail it in the tongue of Spain