St. Patrick's Day

Alone in my room

The morning that you loved me

sweet salt perfume

Gently swept around me

The bed became a sailing ship

The floor became the sea

And you became an ocean bird

And flew away from me

I lie in my room

Delicate and broken

dark echo looms

Of pretty words you'd spoken

Listing in my sailing ship

Upon the wine-dark sea

Sheets of red in brine and sweat

And no one at the wheel

Over the waves now

I call to you to come and rescue me

But you're far away now

So forever I'll go drifting out to sea

I locked up my room

And everything you'd opened

Sewed up my wound

To prove that you're forgotten

But I'll feast for you each year in spring

When birds begin to sing

When everything, yes, everything

Oh, everything is green

Over the waves now

I call to you to come and comfort me

But you're far away now

So your pretty face nevermore I'll see

No, your pretty face nevermore I'll see