Black clouds washing over me
Pastel de nata's and Kenyan tea
From the river we hear no sound
Of nothingness and the sun is going down
I know our time is running out
And the future's full of doubt
And I can't tell wrong from right
In the still of the Evenlite
We could float up in the clouds
Like we're never coming down
But it's always in our heads
When you're somewhere else instead
And we know it's fight or fly
In the warmth of the Evenlite
Take a trip on the coastal train
Heading east to the river that borders Spain
Salt flats, orange groves, Atlantic skies
In Andalusia we're just killing time
I know our time is running out
And the future's full of doubt
And we can't tell wrong from right
In the still of the Evenlite
We could float up in the clouds
Like wind never coming down
But it's always in our heads
When you're somewhere else instead
And we know it's fight or fly
In the warmth of the evenlite