St. Patrick's Day

St. Patrick's Day
Alone in my room
The morning that you loved me
A sweet salt perfume
Gently swept around me
The bed became a sailing ship
The floor became the sea
And you became an ocean bird
And flew away from me
I lie in my room
Delicate and broken
A dark echo looms
Of pretty words you'd spoken
Listing in my sailing ship
Upon the wine-dark sea
Sheets of red in brine and sweet
And no one at the wheel
Over the waves now
I call to you to come and rescue me
But you're far away now
So forever I'll go drifting out to sea

I locked up my room
And everything you'd opened
Sewed up my wound
To prove that you're forgotten
But I'll feast for you each year in spring
When birds begin to sing
When everything, yes, everyting
Oh, everything is green
Over the waves now
I call to you to come and comfort me
But you're far away now
So your pretty face nevermore I'll see
No, your pretty face nevermor I'll see