The Burren
Ben Howard
Your carnation revolution was buried
In these rock pools and I’m grateful
And the sun looks like the afterlife
In a battlefield after the rainfall
We walked out on out on
To the burren frothy from the wind
Full of yesteryear’s sorrow, bad dreams within
We were children again, we were children again
And home hit me like blasted stone
Of rattle snake unturned
Blind, can’t you see I am letting go
I take with me what you left unburned
We walk out on out onto the burren frothy from the wind
Full of yesteryear’s sorrow, bad dreams within
We were children again
We were children again
We walk out on out onto the burren frothy from the wind
Full of yesteryear’s sorrow, bad dreams within
We were children again
We were children again
Oh I come here to borrow time
Oh I come here to start a fight
Oh I come here to borrow time
Oh I come here to start a fight
