Fickle Friday: The Burren

LISTEN TO THE SONG



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



Oh I come here to borrow time



Oh I come here to start a fight