Writer(s): Andrew Hozier-Byrne
Babe, there's something tragic about you
Something so magic about you
Babe, there's something
lonesome about you
Something so wholesome about you
Get closer to me
No tired sighs, no
rolling eyes, no irony
No 'who cares', no vacant
stares, no time for me
Honey, you're familiar
like my mirror years ago
Idealism sits in prison,
chivalry fell on its sword
Innocence died screaming,
honey, ask me I should know
I slithered here from Eden
just to sit outside your door
Babe, there's something
wretched about this
Something so precious about this
Where to begin
Babe, there's something
Broken about this
I might be hoping about this
To the strand a picnic
plan for you and me
A rope in hand for your other
man to hang from a tree
Honey, you're familiar
like my mirror years ago
Idealism sits in prison,
chivalry fell on its sword
Innocence died screaming,
honey, ask me I should know
I slithered here from Eden
Honey, you're familiar
like my mirror years ago
Idealism sits in prison,
chivalry fell on its sword
Innocence died screaming,
honey, ask me I should know
I slithered here from Eden
