17 egg

Blue door, seventeen Egg to the face Dublin boys are always running away We'll laugh, laugh it off You and the door With shells covering You are gleaming To Anna's house we're losing soon A place is owned by living through The sacred space where I learnt to be true She loved me first out loud in the living room Selfless use of limited storage space Leave it, drop it off, Pick up to hang out again To me this house it was a nest For heavy things kept in heaving chests There's space in here for all of our friends The red brick, seventeen, in the two bed