Из альбома: It's Your Weakness That I Want
Hello Belfast, once again
My God, you're looking well
Your ground so wet and your air so moist
With that gold familiar smell
It's been what, maybe half a year
Since I kissed your bitter shore
But you, you don't seem to remember
Or to love me anymore
I thought that we could work it out
Now that I am getting older
But it seems time has had her doubts
And absence makes the heart grow colder
Your streets are cold, and barren too
Telling their histories of war
And I've got to asking the Lord above
What the hell I came back here for
So I make my way down to the Queens Arcade
Hoping to find some solace there
I guess I'll drown my newfound loneliness
In the company of fear
I thought that we could work it out
Now that I am getting older
But it seems time has had her doubts
And absence makes the heart grow colder
I'll give up my claim to confidence
And the luxuries of pride
For just a moment with your innocence
And a glimpse at your inside
Ireland, you're an orphan girl
You oughta thank God for the rain
'Cause she's the only one that ever kisses you
Or pacifies your pain
I thought that we could work it out
Now that I am getting older
But it seems time has had her doubts
And absence makes the heart grow colder