on these irish streets i see the roads drown in love
on these scottish hills i hear the songs of love
on these french streets i see the lights of love
on these german mountains i taste the fruits of love
on the soil i call home
i pour water on dying plants
in hopes it is enuogh to save them
withered grounds and harsh winds
i ran until i watched the sky kiss the ocean
overcast clouds parted for the romance to swim
from distant seas to the grass that grazes my skin
empty pockets of luck
nothing but crumbled maps that cant be read
you looked at me and no words need be said
"im tired of you" rang true from one ear to the other
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