We walked down a long promenade
Down a winding stair, wide as boulevards
Vines and shrubs grew between the steps
From the Spanish town to the African sea
We drank wine and toasted to the day
When she was the queen, before the long decay
We drank wine, slept off hangovers
Lethargy, decay and forgotten loves
We'd awake to the BBC
An old English queen on the balcony
Wander 'round abandoned consulates
An old broken chair on the marble stair
And from the roof, see Canary seas
The discarded runway of Sidi Ifni
We drank wine lying on our backs
On the warm tarmac, in a bowl of stars
Well, I went down, mostly on my own
Till I was alone in that shipwrecked house
Through the porthole sea-an epiphany
I would never leave this place alive
I drink gin with the old ex-pats
We are broken things, from a broken past
And it comes near; but just out of grasp
The alchemist words that would bring her back
Down a winding stair, wide as boulevards
Vines and shrubs grew between the steps
From the Spanish town to the African sea
We drank wine and toasted to the day
When she was the queen, before the long decay
We drank wine, slept off hangovers
Lethargy, decay and forgotten loves
We'd awake to the BBC
An old English queen on the balcony
Wander 'round abandoned consulates
An old broken chair on the marble stair
And from the roof, see Canary seas
The discarded runway of Sidi Ifni
We drank wine lying on our backs
On the warm tarmac, in a bowl of stars
Well, I went down, mostly on my own
Till I was alone in that shipwrecked house
Through the porthole sea-an epiphany
I would never leave this place alive
I drink gin with the old ex-pats
We are broken things, from a broken past
And it comes near; but just out of grasp
The alchemist words that would bring her back