Her Used-To-Been - Spain

She knew it was all over

When she turned her back

On her used-to-been

She knew it was all over

When she turned from him

She turned to me

But what was there to say

I see that you’ve been crying

Your old man’s arms

Like to bear their fists

But my arms have hands like

The graceful mist

And all they want to do

Is hold you