Every street of
Dublin, littered with your magical things
Like undeveloped photographs
and your cheap plastic
Paris ring
I can't remember walking
through the green
That is too light for the sky when you left
And the streetlamps are
far too bright to
lighten up my head I can't remember
every little thing we said
So I'm looking for friends to tell me
you'll be coming back again
You'll be coming back again,
coming back again
Well, the radio's broken,
but I don't need music
Right now you're conversation
I could use this
So I'm looking for friends
To tell me you'll be coming back again
Here we coming back again,
coming back again
Here we coming back again
My face is all grey,
the morning's coming up
Dawn is a rescue by
God's great breakdown
truck
And every street of
Dublin is littered with your magical things
Like undeveloped photographs
and your cheap plastic
Paris ring
I can't remember getting down on
my knees as the winds freeze
And I'm looking for friends to tell me
you'll be coming back again
She'll be coming back again,
coming back again
Oh, she'll be coming back again
I'm in love with this city,
since you walked with me here
You