Because one he changed in island gael And in dingle and as far And somehow you found that strange It isn’t hard to understand It’s just a different land Like when you said close your eyes And come and cross my street And I will take you there If you will come with me But there’s an accordance with a psalm That says come on And what was wrong with the choice you made If I don’t want to set it down In a cornish town And what was wrong with loves that came Well nothing to be true When love’s was too Like when you said close your eyes And come and cross my street And I will take you there If you will come with me But there’s an accordance with a psalm That say come on It says come on, it says come on Nah la la la What am I, what am I What am I, what am I It says What am I, what am I What am I Your trailing colours through the air You know you’ve come fine baby Your trailing colours through the air I know you’re some fine baby Nah nah nah nah La la la la So this is nothing about soul fire Or fields over down There’s no frenzies out off Off of armagnac or brown No razorblades reigning mainly Up on the plain Where things won’t change Nah nah nah nah nah nah
