Hot sand and the memory of it
Hot sand and the memory of it
Hot sand and a lost land
Hot sand and the memory of it
Hot sand like the desert, never cold feet
El Arenal and sending lots of love
Glowing sun, a bit of amore
Already drunker than Grandma Lore by noon
Spanish water here is called cerveza
Except that after twelve of them I felt a bit sick
Sand, blue sky, beach full of mermaids
And getting a nice buzz on after breakfast
Hot sand and the memory of it
Hot sand and the memory of it
Hot sand and the memory of it
That it used to be nicer