| Oh Granada I see, from the land to the sea | |
| Like a bird in the sky I stare down on your view | |
| Oh Granada...are you slipping away? | |
| Oh Granada I feel that I'll never be free | |
| And I'll never set my feet back down on your ground | |
| Oh Granada...you are slipping away | |
| I must incinerate every word | |
| ...That spews from those pretty lips | |
| I must incinerate...it's not the end of the line | |
| It's the end of the world | |
| Oh Granada I see, through your eyes runs a gleam | |
| But it's fading so fast I can hardly believe | |
| That Granada...that you'll never be real | |
| Oh Granada you are just a vague ancient star | |
| In the head of a man that will never go far | |
| Oh Granada...for a time you were real |