From my old town On a postcard to Spain In a picture With a spiritual flame Time Got a piece of me I walked down to see you again On the way to the valley At night i came back to the city Giving birth to a memory That I'll never be I'm not the words I'm saying It's only pretending To see what you see Take it easy your'e the first in the line Dreamer dreamer of American crime I saw you making faces or I'm loosing my mind Time Got a piece of you I walked down to see you again On the way to the Valley Save me Save me a bottle of wine For the long way At night I came back to the city Giving birth to a memory That one day I'll be I'm not the bullshit I'm selling It's only for saving My cards till end