When you walked out,
A child was left alone,
Just heading out for another pint of stout,
Can’t look back, Can’t see too much ahead now,
A heart-attack, a sudden death awaits you.
The werewolf’s back, just howling at the moon yeah,
The Stars stare back, It all ends too soon.
Don’t sit back to wait for what comes,
And tip that ash before your fingers burn.
Just want it back, a dream is just a dream though,
I can’t sit back, this waking is so real.
And at the last part of the game,
Take joy in past take sorrow in the passing.
F.C.
credits
from The Word,
released February 27, 2014
Bass: Brian Dolan
Percussion: Eddie Carroll
Trumpet: Brian Goggin
Guitar: Fergie Milton
Backing Vocals: Eddie Keenan/Aoife Doolin
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