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
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
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Writer(s): Nicole Lyons
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