Wake up at noon To hear the rain It's a frame that suits me fine Wake up at noon To hear the rain It's a frame that suits me fine No pressure now To achieve Anything by above average speed So I turn the music on And I turn it off To leave more space for thoughts Not knowing soon They'll be stalled By a mildly disappointing call I have thought of you Since I came All the street signs spell out your name Will I meet you here? Could well be On a Summer week in your beloved Spain