Barcelona

George Ezra

Barcelona
I still long to hold her once more, oh
My boots of leatherFrom Europe
I gather you know, know

Every time you have to go
Shut my eyes and you know
I′ll be lying right by your side
In Barcelona

A native man sang in a foreign tongue
I still ache to know the song that he sung
Barcelona

Every time you have to go
Shut my eyes and you know
I'll be lying right by your side
In Barcelona

Every time you have to go
Shut my eyes and you know
I′ll be lying right by your side
In Barcelona

Barcelona, oh-oh-oh
Barcelona, oh-oh, oh-oh

Every time you have to go
Shut my mind and you know
I'll be lying right by your side
In Barcelona