I'd sing to you at Carberry's
I'd sing to you in my sleep
But I've been living life on the surface
Time to dive sea deep
You say you never get to Enniskillen
And she's got her own life now
Now
Transatlantic
Cause for panic
The weight of my heart
The fate of a false start
When will I grow up I ask myself
I'd alight with you at Sarsfield's
I'd drink the locals dry
But I've been living life over counter
I'll buy this round of lies
He took a freighter in November
Saw the world from the
I just see through Midleton bottles
Never really live
I never really live
I never really give.
