Hola
(K.Waters)
I walk through these streets with my head in my hands (Hola, forgive me) I have travelled my soul and I've found foreign lands (Hola, forgive me) But I was not enchanted by all that I saw And the shots that I've fired have started a war...
And the questions that daylight has started to pose They cling to my conscience like smoke to my clothes My clothes made of fibre, my conscience is too And it is ripped and it's torn when I get home to you (Hola, forgive me)
And your eyes grow wide like the Mexican desert sky And you ain't seemed so scared since you said "till we die" Am I so caught up on truth that I've been living a lie (Hola, forgive me)
Hola, aah hola, aah hola, aah hola...
I walk through these streets with my head in my hands I have travelled my soul and I've found foreign lands But I was not enchanted by all that I saw Thought I knew myself but I do not anymore
