Slán

Revelry in city bars
To the stale dregs of the spirit
Left to stink and lie
Midnight swims in the nectar no more
And the cold raw class of a night
Could be visited with warm affection

Holding trails of ice cream traces
Hung upon seductive moulds
Beside some boys in numbers
Being hung for sheep as lambs
Then one more ball of malt

Pearls of water cast dances in the sunlight
Crowned upon our naked arms
Dreaming of tobacco freedom
When there's promise of a pint

Cigarettes burning in the clear mountain air
Sheltered cinders in the shell
Of Paul's hands
These comforts are counted carefully
Now naked and forgotten



Credits
Writer(s): Milo Dunn-clarke, Tim Burns
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link