So this is the end of the storyEverything we had, everything

know I never want to let you downCuts me

this is the end of the selling weed for

You are a child of the universeNo less than dreams and

LostIn her faceCaughtOn the thought of a tasteSoldOn the fantasyBoughtFor a

ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)(Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, good to see yaIt's nice to

Hey rainRain coming downOn the caneOn the roofs of the townHey

don't know if I will everHear from you againI

you feel like it's too muchAnd your heart has

our eyes wide open, we—With our eyes wide open,

know you can call me if you need someoneI'll

can you tell meWhat it is to love someone?Without

the day Mairéad goes awayI'll find it in my

and then we think of when we tell our

and then, I think of when we were togetherLike

you didn't have to cut me offMake out like it

: you didn't have to cut me off....And I

friend's got trouble in his head (oh, lady's

Oh, whatever happened to the working class?Oh, we got politicans sitting

already goneI knew you wouldn't stayNow I'm just killin'