We lended our heavy hearts, motors with broken parts, we had a deck of cards it was a start. Wed sit out in the sun, and wait for our skin to turn, you would ask for truth, and I would look for something to burn. Oh we walked in a hallowed place back then the edge of Dublin, the edge of May and June. Oh to live in a paper house again, where we grew by the light of the moon. Often we took the train, the sky pacing white to grey, when you or I would leave and the other would stay. We were all that we had and breathed in each others words, I would ask for truth and youd look for something to burn. Oh we walked in a hallowed place back then the edge of Dublin, the edge of May and June. Oh to live in a paper house again, where we grew by the light of the moon. You were much younger then, younger than I am now, I still keep as much an eye as the wires allow, I still keep as much an eye as the wires allow. Oh we walked in a hallowed place back then the edge of Dublin, the edge of May and June. Oh to live in a paper house again, where we grew by the light of the moon. Oh you know what you are to me and you know you will always be.