Lyrics
I’m staring at a map that’s bleeding ink across the floor,
I’ve forgotten what I’m running from or what I’m looking for.
But your name is like a fever, Olga, burning in my chest,
A compass pointing Southward while the world is heading West.
I’d sell my soul for a ticket on a rusted, silver plane,
To find the woman hidden in the static and the rain.
Because I’d cross the wide Atlantic in a boat made out of glass,
I’d watch the seasons wither and I’d watch the empires pass.
I’ll find you in the Pampas, I’ll find you in the heat,
I’ll lay the streets of Buenos Aires right beneath your feet.
But I won’t tell you who I was before I knew your name,
No, I won’t let the fire know the man who brought the flame.
I’m racing through the Andes with a Joker’s deck of cards,
I’m passing through the checkpoints and the heavy-lidded guards.
From the neon of the city to the dust of the frontier,
I’m chasing down a whisper that is all I want to hear.
I’d fight the cold of Patagonia, I’d brave the deepest blue,
Just to stand inside the doorway and be looking straight at you.
Olga Sanchez... are you waiting in the light?
Or are you just another ghost I’m hunting in the night?
I’ve traveled half the planet, I’ve left it all behind,
The Joker’s on a mission, and he’s losing his damn mind!
I’d do anything for love!
(He’s landing in the South!)
I’d do anything for love!
(He’s looking for her house!)
But I won't go back...
No, I won't go back to who I was before.
Olga, open up the door!