Still in time and time to say. I don't believe my eyes. Is this the place I love to hate?. Can I explain the altered state. Of the waiting room?. Waiting room.
Why must I worry?. Try not to hurry like other people. Why must I hurry?. 'Cause you know yourself. That is not the way. . Who am I, to tell you lies.
Rothai an t'saoil ag casadh leo. Nil imeacht uaidh go deo. Daoine corr an t'saoil ag goid leo. Ni cuma leo go foill. . The wheels of the world keep on turning.
There I go saying the same old things. Something to rhyme or to cling to. When times were tough, I didn't say enough. Like some sweet lines to say to you, relate to you.
Rothai an t'saoil ag casadh leo. Nil imeacht uaidh go deo. Daoine corr an t'saoil ag goid leo. Ni cuma leo go foill. (the wheels of the world keep on turning.
(Trad.; Arr. by Ciaran Brennan). Ag uirchill a' chreagain sea chodail mise. 'Reir faoi bhron. Is le heiri na maid'ne thainig sinnir fa mo. Dhein le poig.
There were two sisters side by side. Sing aye-dum, sing aye-day. There were two sisters side by side. The boys are born for me. There were two sisters side by side.
Let me show you a face in disguise. A colour that's faded, swept aside by the tide. Scene after scene, later. There's a grey dust that's in our eyes. .
Thos i lr an ghleanna trthnna beag arir. Agus an drcht ina dheora geala ina lu ar bharr an fhir,. Sea casadh domsa ar ainnir ab ille gnis is pearsa. Is sheol mo stuaim chun seachrin trthnna beag arir.
Looking around and around again. That's mean, oh that's mean. Far away on my own again. At gagans rye(? ) and tower hill. . Silence sweet. Is there someone out there too?.
Thos cois na tr domh, in ndoimhneacht na h-oche. An saol mhor ina gcodhladh, 's mise liom fin. Na h-anacha mara ag scairtigh go lanmhar. Cosil le h-anamnacha bochta i bpin..
First one, let the games begin. There ain't no time for me to pretend. Now I got the key to the door I want. So open up and let me in. . There is something, baby, about you.
From jason carns. Thos cois na tr domh, in ndoimhneacht na h-oche. An saol mhor ina gcodhladh, 's mise liom fin. Na h-anacha mara ag scairtigh go lanmhar.
Drip like summer rain. Streaming, it beckons me home again. And I'll leave my faith wide open. Just return me to the sea. . They call it Key West. But honest to God, they don't know my name.
Everything is foolhardy. And never is so good. Who will need an explanation. If all is understood. . This time has come again. Its all shining through.
Just to be seen as honey. Dripping as a pimp spunks money. Just to be cute and heartless. Flicking at a tongue-tied sonnet. . And healers. Believe in.