With your Irish gypsy face
Your silver spoons and your velvet razor blades
Oh, lover
You pulled the wool right over my face
But didn't it feel like Irish lace?
So many times I wanted just to lay beside you
So many times you turned and rolled away
Those times that lovers make for sleeping
If there were friends around to keep you up
You'd always slip away
Lonely, but never quite alone
It's amazing that we can make it another day
I mistook your smile for love
Believe my eyes, not the ones before
That it really was
Oh, lover
You know you broke my heart in three
Once for you, and once for the kid
And the final time was me
Yes, I've seen you while you're sleeping
And I've seen your silent nights
Sometimes talking, but really never speaking
It's a wonder to me now why anybody even tries
Like a silence that keeps screaming all the time
It's a wonder that we haven't lost our minds
Once a lover thought the world of me
She scared me with her hatred, but she wrote me poetry
Oh, lover
You took yourself so seriously
Who'd ever believe you'd really leave?
What a way to leave
One more lover no one dared to save
A statistic who just left without a trace
Too scared to stick around and say
But who always had enough, had enough to throw away
Like a memento in an attic from another time and place
Like a rag that once was made of Irish lace
Like a rag that once was made of Irish lace
Like a rag that once was made of Irish lace
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