Mo Cheol Thú

I'm meant to be writing

But instead, I just watch you

As you carefully roll up the frayed sleeves of my striped shirt

The blue one you've on

And I know you do everything with such care, so

I feel safe knowing you're getting so close

Stay close to me

You're learning Irish

They didn't teach you in the north

While I'm learning about you

And being English, and remorse

Then you say, "Did you know that there's no direct way

To translate to Irish, "I love you"

Just "mo cheol thú"

Well, you are my music, you are my muse

I'll sing for hours

And write an album of you

'Cause you are my music

And oh, I love you

You are my music

And I will sing you

Iss mo cheol thú

We've fallen so soon, in North Strand

A world in your room

Starlings on the train line

And linen sheets as our cocoon

There's a rose pinned to the wall

That you put there after our first walk

The rose I gave you

You saved

And you say

"Breathe with me

I've got you

Breathe with me"

Well, you are my music

You are my muse

I'll sing for hours

And write an album of you

'Cause you are my music

And oh, I love you

You are my music

And oh, it's so true

You are my music

And I will sing you

Iss mo cheol thú