O'Connell Street Markers Lyrics

What's he doing, is he hiding beneath his Heineken

While she's still there waiting for a dance

His polo's covered in vodka

Oh, he puts a ciggie out

First a gamble, then a question, then a hope, then a chance, baby

I know you, I know you, far too well

I know you, I know you, far too well

The lines

O'Connell Street markers

Are raising their sparklers

Are setting in motion reasons to persist

Assuring that he'll be filled with bliss

But baby, it's not him till we make him feel this

Baby, it's not him till we make him feel this

How pissed do you have to be to put the bottle down

You've gulped down more than confidence

That's trauma piled up, it haunts you

So put the bottle down

Instead of coping you just add to it

I know you, I know you, far too well

I know you, I know you, far too well

The lines

O'Connell Street markers

Are raising their sparklers

Are setting in motion reasons to persist

Assuring that he'll be filled with bliss

But baby, it's not him till we make him feel this

Baby, it's not him till we make him feel this

The frames of the evening in the early bird's tea

Lying by her pillow where they ought to be

Whistling and the humming from the nightingale's tweets

Are fading as the night concludes its poetry

Blinded as the sun arise from the ground

The morning set is frozen still without a sound

Fresh breeze summing up the days to come

We don't want to share this day with anyone

Kettles on, toaster popped, breakfast made

We stare out in the garden where the sun beds lay