: Lift MacCahir Og your face You're brooding o'er you're old disgrace That black FitzWilliam stormed your place, He sent you to the Fern. Grey said victory
: I read in the paper that sooner or later the world?s gonna fall on its ass I?ve got some questions, I never get answers, Lately I?m too scared to ask
hum no battle drum did sound it's dread tattoo But the Angelus bells o'er the Liffey swell rang out o'er the foggy dew Right proudly high over Dublin
: Now Rosie, You're losin' the spot, love; The fire used to burn in your eye. Now, tell me you haven't stopped dreamin' That you still reach out for
: Paint on ytour nail smells like kerosene Before these blisters we were squeaky clean We were Mr. and Mrs. Butter and Cream Sweet things turn sour honey
: You learned to climb the mountain Before I learned to breathe. You emptied out the fountin, You can't control your greed. I gave you all my favors,
: And she was my true love Sent like an angel from above And I believed our love was strong She said farewell, and I was wrong Now she broke my heart
: You were not here when the lights came crashing down You showed no fear, you were nowhere to be found Now I'm hurting just like I did before Now I'
young now We are so young, so young now And when tommorow comes We can do it all again Yeah, we are so young now We are so young, so young now And when
so young now, we are so young, so young now And when tommorow comes, we just do it all again Yeah, we are so young now, we are so young, so young now
are so young now, we are so young, so young now And when tommorow comes, we just do it all again Yeah, we are so young now, we are so young, so young