My heart is telling me, I love you still.

I can see the turning of the key

I’ve been deceived by the clown inside of me

I thought that he was righteous but he’s vain

Something’s telling me, I wear the ball and chain

My patron saint is fighting with a ghost.

He’s always off somewhere when I need him most.

The Spanish Moon is rising on the hill,

But my heart is telling me, I love you still.