Segovia

I met him in Segovia where the birds sing out of key
And the clock in the pavillion is always half past three
The drunkard and the barber trading stories for a shave
While the dancer from Sevilla is twirling in her grave
How could I fall
So far, so free
I’m only human
You are a dream
How could I fall
So far from the truth
I’ll keep on dreaming
Till I wake up to you
I met him the courtyard where the gamblers place their bets
And the cemetery whispers a round of old regrets
The moon was just a sliver of butterscotch and gold
Shining on the city, centuries old
How could I fall
So far, so free
I’m only human
You are a dream
How could I fall
So far from the truth
I’ll keep on dreaming
Till I wake up to you