Hills of Donegal

Drawn to you in the opening of springtime I've come to see your perfect performance Peeking out of your pocket, a velcro camo wallet You're still clinging to your innocence And I know you won't ever apologise Sure you don't think that you've done anything wrong Telling me, a summer fling, that I am everything You'll search to find what you had all along You'll search to find what you had all along A talk fuelled by alcohol dehydration Is that what it takes for you to know? Singing police cars and screeching birds 'Cause all you hear is backwards I guess the rhythm of my heart told you to go And you know that you took my care for granted But I guess that we've always been that way I'm a narcissist apologist, writing a pros and cons list I don't know why I'd want you to stay The swans now gather on the banks Of the grey waters of the canal I think a gust of wind just might fill up my appetite Maybe I wasn't hungry after all Oh, a touch to the love-starved is holy A sacred feed to surely cure all Now, I'm offended by a quesadilla My mam will never meet ya Walking up the hills of Donegal