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 have 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
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