Barcelona by The Cape Race Lyrics

I'm haunted by the children of rich men
Meandering like spectres all to the sound of their irrelevance
While you're at ease with the sleep I am missing
They're hounding me with their unfinished business
Like cures for diseases, I'll leave when this house is clear
And I'll go on and on and on

If our talk is small, then lets not speak
What a privileged friend you had in me
But when something's wrong, something's wrong
In a hail of slurs that you dared not say
That you let build up, you were raised that way
When something's wrong, something's wrong

I'm at peace with the sound of my lost years
Northern boys with Southern drawls at a loss for words with a wealth of resources
It's cut, not run: Would you swim while I'm sinking?
But swim you did, while I clawed at the surface
“I know what my worth is”, you'd think after all this

We collect and dispose when it came to the blows
Looking back we never returned
We were joined at the hip with a swing and a miss
At the best we were braced for the worst
You drew a line, you picked your side
Then you and I were at our end with Barcelona