in dublin by wild garlic island

The last time I saw you
I was making love with you
I kissed you and I told you I loved you
In our hostel in Dublin

I feel like you forgot me
Or at least you left a piece of me
A fragment of my memory
In our hostel in Dublin

Were we divided by the Liffey?
Unloading kegs down on Grafton Street
Wandering in the night looking for something to eat
Were you already gone?

Do you remember that night in Sean's Bar?
That first night we slept in the car
You put your hand on my knee and I put my hand on yours
And we listened to those old Irish songs

When we drove through the night
And I acted not quite right
I let my pain and my fear
Distort my perceptions

And I realize I scared you
That you weren't prepared to argue
With the sadness and the sorrow and the fear
That lie dormant in my heart

They're activated under pressure
And apparently by bad weather
And the rainstorm by the sea
Triggered terror in me

I wish I had mentioned sooner
That I saw the fear in your eyes
And the moment was compromised
In the middle of nowhere

You and me and the standing stones
Far away from our Halfmoon zone
When I'm with you I always feel at home
Even if we're far away

On that hillside with the heather
All that gorse and windy weather
Near those hawthorn trees and sheep
Who bleat for us to leave

I'm in need of a retrieval
My soul is stuck somewhere medieval
And like a shade I haunt
Our old Redrooffs house

It's just me and the mouse
Some screeching blue jays all about
And I'm haunting this house
I'm haunting this house
I'm haunting this house

I love you
I love you
I miss you
I love you

I love you
I love you
I miss you
I love you

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