With a crown on my head
I walk the crooked streets of Dublin
We don't need glory to feel at home.
History of my soul
It belonged to you and now
Seven years have passed and I cannot see.
Charming men, excitement and a point of no return
Seven years is a long time
Rough edges return to my soul
I can't yet deal with Dublin's emptiness
Unwashed windows and dark bodies.
So maybe I will see you again, dear soul
Happy sounds different, but it's close
It is freedom I seek
Freedom to love and hate and be good to myself.
Love you as much as you love me
Stretch my soul across this pavement
Never let it go.
Keep it hidden when you need to
See the city as it is
Embrace it anew.
You have changed and so has she
You both grew old in seven years
Be glad you are not the same.