A friend of me send me this song when we were talking about a very good friend of us that was traveling with him in a land of sun and ice. This friend of us died there; my friend couldn't persuade him to stay. Waiting till tomorrow, passing the time -- it's hard. But still... ANDALUSIA is out there -- his face doesn't alter.
A friend of me send me this song when we were talking about a very good friend of us that was traveling with him in a land of sun and ice. This friend of us died there; my friend couldn't persuade him to stay. Waiting till tomorrow, passing the time -- it's hard. But still... ANDALUSIA is out there -- his face doesn't alter.