We lended our heavy hearts,
Motors with broken parts,
We had a deck of cards it was a start.
We’d sit out in the sun,
And wait for our skin to turn,
You would ask for truth,
And I would look for something to burn.
Oh we walked in a hallowed place back then
The edge of Dublin, the edge of May and June.
Oh to live in a paper house again,
Where we grew by the light of the moon.
Often we took the train,
The sky pacing white to grey,
When you or I would leave
And the other would stay.
We were all that we had
And breathed in each others words,
I would ask for truth and
You’d look for something to burn.
Oh we walked in a hallowed place back then
The edge of Dublin, the edge of May and June.
Oh to live in a paper house again,
Where we grew by the light of the moon.
You were much younger then,
Younger than I am now,
I still keep as much an eye as the wires allow,
I still keep as much an eye as the wires allow.
Oh we walked in a hallowed place back then
The edge of Dublin, the edge of May and June.
Oh to live in a paper house again,
Where we grew by the light of the moon.
Oh you know what you are to me
And you know you will always be.