Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide Words we have heard too many times It's all cliché to one your age Something new comes, something old stays Someone is lost in an embrace It's fictional, this golden cage I'm bound to run, I'm bound to flee Nothing confining me. Figuratively free Andalusia "So what do you want for your birthday?" I want less. Take it all away I wanna be lost in space Lost in Spain It hurts to pretend we're enlightened I feel like an actor. This is not a film But a series of bouts between bathing I'm clean enough I'm bound to run, I'm bound to flee Nothing confining me. Imagining I am free Sane, I remain here in Spain