Mexico

If I could paint a picture of myself tonight
It would be the deepest
Shade of blue of my face lit by the moon
Oh so I took a flight to Mexico
'Cause I just felt so lost
I might as well be there, you know
And if there's nothing I can do to come back to you
Well, I'm gonna let you go in Mexico

Oh and if I could paint
A picture of our last goodbye
I hope my brush could do justice of that kind of sadness
In your eyes
Oh, and I'd sketch you that bend
At the edge of our bed

And it's been so long but how could I forget, oh
And if there's nothing I can do
To come back to you, oh well
I am going to let you go in Mexico?

And if there's nothing I can do to come back to you, oh well
I'm gonna let you go in Mexico