the rattlesnakes and fireflies are stranded at the border between you and me and the static on the radio is preaching to the children of infinity we stay up late to speak in tongues and redefine the boundaries of sanity swaying to the sound of sister ray but we never knew how vulnerable we were andalucia i know you ve been around you re crazy girl andalucia your hands are on the wheel but you re slipping the greener grass we traded for the mysteries of skinny hips and confidence and the literary casualties were cool because souls are hewn from vowels and consonants stabbed in the eyes by the spectacle of up the beach and we never knew how vulnerable we were no we never knew that things get battered things get shaken things get tattered and things forsaken things get spent and things get spoken things get bent and things get broken andalucia i know you ve been around you re crazy girl andalucia i know you ve been around you re crazy girl andalucia your hands are on the wheel but you re slipping you re slipping andalucia i know you ve been around you re crazy girl