Hamelin

Four and twenty days ago

I saw you at a funeral

In bygone years you set me free

Now I live alone in old memories

Whisper in my greenest ear

The Irish bar, the half-drunk beer

An ancient moon spun melodies

From Hamelin, you sang to me

You sang to me

There’s truth in your eyes

But you clipped my wings as I made to fly

Too many nights I’ve stood outside

And watched electric souls collide

Those childish arms with younger minds

Such jealous words to hide behind

We wore our insides on our sleeves

And we turned our backs on our families

I trusted your eyes

But you clipped my wings as I made to fly

And for ever more I will wonder why