Here we are
Walking on Sunday morning
Trying to wash away
The stains of last night
The sun glistens
On Sandymount strand
Everyone is chilled
Wearing shades to block the light
I can’t remember
The party can you
We stole a chair
From the Horse and Hound
Before we stole
Each other’s heart
Three times love in one night
More than a poor boy can know
Three times love well that’s all right
It’s all a poor boy can show
Whiskey on my breath
Your name on my tongue
Let us not regret
Being so young
Fire burns bright
Sparks arching high
Flesh is like an awakening
On your inner thigh
Every time you sigh
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