it was part of our experiment went you said go and i went like a gooseberry on noah s ark i watched them file in two by two and i set sail without you and we were carried on the flood of your tears time pulls a face when i m next to you let s hope the wind changes time pulled a face when i m next to you let s hope the wind changes now i m looking for dry land as all this crying subsides but i m like columbus in india i m a little all over the shop like those holy souvenirs from knock that come all the way from china time pulls a face when i m next to you let s hope the wind changes time pulled a face when i m next to you let s hope the wind changes cos we d be stuck in this place for an age or two i hope the wind changes and the vacuum in space will draw me to you i hope the wind changes i m not over you can i get back under
['irish pop', 'irish rock', 'melancholia']