The territorial drums a waltz on a loaded gun
The viper flexes, coiling on the vine
the irises are sinking in the rain
Idiots drown the sound of a distant train
The blind man plays his instrument & sings
In the Irish Sea ichthyosaurus swims
The Reverend Ian Paisley grabs his god & shouts
The Pope sits in the Vatican & doubts
The generous American is loosening his belt
Savoring his childhood in an after-dinner mint
the rosebuds are sinking in the rain
Radios drown the sound of a distant train
The blind man's bow leaves resin on the strings
In the Irish Sea the rattlesnake swims
On the feast day of St Patrick, like the poet Valery
A soldier pours a glass of blood red wine into the sea
The sun can never shine through the censorship of clouds
In this city of open secrets & sudden shrouds
While the astors are sinking in the rain
Automatics drown the sound of a distant train
The blind old man's accordion is torn
In the Irish sea the adders swarm
in a Ballymena farmhouse a widow goes to bits
sometimes she remembers him & sometimes she just sits
as for the troubles, don't count us out
Sometimes we're unbiased observers, sometimes louts
While the tiger lilies crumple in the rain
Television drowns the sound of a distant train
The blind man pours the spit from an old trombone
In the Irish Sea tapeworms twist & turn
The moon is a sergeant major who rises & recruits
In the terraces of Belfast, in the back streets of Beirut
Sitting on a bed while I watch you from behind
Skinny as a child, guilt-free, your face unlined
While the violets are sinking in the rain
Videos drown the sound of a distant train
The blind old man has smashed his violin
In the Irish Sea the vipers return
Could've been your conscience
But I guess that never works
So treat me like an equal
Till it hurts
I violetti piangono per te
I canali la Torre di Babel
I violini piangono perchè
Io sto morendo in questo hotel
The viper flexes, coiling on the vine
the irises are sinking in the rain
Idiots drown the sound of a distant train
The blind man plays his instrument & sings
In the Irish Sea ichthyosaurus swims
The Reverend Ian Paisley grabs his god & shouts
The Pope sits in the Vatican & doubts
The generous American is loosening his belt
Savoring his childhood in an after-dinner mint
the rosebuds are sinking in the rain
Radios drown the sound of a distant train
The blind man's bow leaves resin on the strings
In the Irish Sea the rattlesnake swims
On the feast day of St Patrick, like the poet Valery
A soldier pours a glass of blood red wine into the sea
The sun can never shine through the censorship of clouds
In this city of open secrets & sudden shrouds
While the astors are sinking in the rain
Automatics drown the sound of a distant train
The blind old man's accordion is torn
In the Irish sea the adders swarm
in a Ballymena farmhouse a widow goes to bits
sometimes she remembers him & sometimes she just sits
as for the troubles, don't count us out
Sometimes we're unbiased observers, sometimes louts
While the tiger lilies crumple in the rain
Television drowns the sound of a distant train
The blind man pours the spit from an old trombone
In the Irish Sea tapeworms twist & turn
The moon is a sergeant major who rises & recruits
In the terraces of Belfast, in the back streets of Beirut
Sitting on a bed while I watch you from behind
Skinny as a child, guilt-free, your face unlined
While the violets are sinking in the rain
Videos drown the sound of a distant train
The blind old man has smashed his violin
In the Irish Sea the vipers return
Could've been your conscience
But I guess that never works
So treat me like an equal
Till it hurts
I violetti piangono per te
I canali la Torre di Babel
I violini piangono perchè
Io sto morendo in questo hotel