Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tonight in Bilbao, artist - Sun Kil Moon.
Date of issue: 31.05.2021
Song language: English
Tonight in Bilbao |
I walked the old eroded streets |
A million miles now have gone behind me |
Walked in the room, soaked up its fumes |
Surveyed the faces I am lying to |
Gave what I had, I gave my heart |
Though I was broken and falling apart |
Gave for the memory of a friend |
Not for myself and not for them |
When I was done I met someone |
She came in from the storm so bright and welcome |
Her friends came and swept her away |
Disappeared like coyotes off on dark high plains |
I looked across the river so still |
Trying to remember |
Where it was last night I laid my head to sleep |
Where the empty night hung heavily over |
I left Bilbao, went to Madrid |
To Barcelona, to Pamplona |
Where every ghost unto me known |
Haunted me |
I flew in over the red clay roofs |
And floated through the clouds as they swelled and shook |
The bronze-tinted land and sea |
And houses rolled in hills like yellowing teeth |
When we touched down, opened my eyes to the sun |
The dizzying air filled my lungs |
And just as soon she’d woken me |
My eyes blurry, my mind heavy |
I left Milan, I went to Rome |
And carried her aroma on to Verona |
And all the kindness she had shown |
Was only a dream |
The flurries danced on cold gray tombs |
The frozen lots where ignored souls loomed |
As last rays of daylight died |
I’m blowing into my hands and clearing my eyes |
And as the train pulled away from Cologne |
The noise dimmed, once so loudly it had grown |
And as the engines burned through the night |
I stared off at far away lights |
I left Berlin and I came home |
To sleepy potions of blue oceans |
Where my love so selflessly |
Awaited me |
I long to feel her light so warm |
My thoughts racing to the places |
Where her room invitingly |
Awaited me |
As the ocean brings in its high tide |
As the darkness sets upon the beach |
As we drive we look out at black cows |
Glowing store windows in old gold rush towns |
Over the bridge, the city sparkles so bright |
Our hungry stomachs smell bread rise |
Dim light of television, bedding soft down |
And hear the perfect night as foghorns sound |