Golden spires pierce the amber sky
Flamenco heels on ancient stone
Oranges fall like burning suns
Through corridors of time alone
Shadows dance in Moorish arches
Where the Guadalquivir flows
Guitars weep with secret longing
Every note a memory grows
Seville, Seville—my fever dream
In your streets I lose my name
Roses climb the crumbling walls
Love and sorrow taste the same
Olé, the night consumes me whole
In this city made of gold and soul