Donaghadee

Your tradition dictates but so does mine And didn't we have a fine old time Except we didn't and now we're in each other's faces Pulling up the drains and finding dirty places Years ago, but it still frightens me Still six miles from here to Donaghadee Dirty cash and blood on our hands Your hair held back with a black velvet band You never really knew how much I could have loved you And maybe, that's the same for you We could rekindle the flame Burn down the wall and wipe out the stains Years ago, but it still frightens me Still six miles from here to Donaghadee Dirty cash and blood on our hands Your hair held back with a black velvet band Years ago, but it still frightens me Still six miles from here to Donaghadee Dirty cash and blood on our hands Your hair held back with a black velvet band