My Irish eyes look out at the Atlantic I think I drink enough enough to probably drain it The I could could walk to Spain through valleys that were once full And face each day like a ballet with a bull
The storm hangs like an axe over my head The longer I wait the worse it gets Like wildfire through the hills of confidence The sun shines but there’s sirens in my head
Stars remind me that Light shines from the past
I’m so afraid that I’ll have to face myself Even though I know that self reflection helps It’s so easy to judge everyone but yourself I push away any good thing that I’ve felt
I’ve got to lose it all if I want anything I’ve got to lose it all if I want to be free
The storm hangs like an ax over my head The longer I wait the worse it gets Like wildfire through the hills of confidence The sun shines but there’s sirens in my head I face each day with a grain of sand I cannot lose what I’ve never had