High on a cliff in Mexico
Staring down at the rocks and the sea below
I can hear the church bells ring
I can hear the choir
I remember the night she left
The oil on the water made a rainbow
At the end of this bone-white gravel road
High on a cliff in Mexico
Staring down at the rocks and the sea below
I can hear the church bells ring
I can hear the choir
I remember the night she left
The oil on the water made a rainbow
At the end of this bone-white gravel road