St. Patrick's Day

Alone in my room
 The morning that you loved me
 A sweet salt perfume
 Gently swept around me
 The bed became a sailing ship
 The floor became the sea
 And you became an ocean bird
 And flew away from me
 I lie in my room
 Delicate and broken
 A dark echo looms
 Of pretty words you'd spoken
 Listing in my sailing ship
 Upon the wine-dark sea
 Sheets of red in brine and sweat
 And no one at the wheel
 Over the waves now
 I call to you to come and rescue me
 But you're far away now
 So forever I'll go drifting out to sea
 I locked up my room
 And everything you'd opened
 Sewed up my wound
 To prove that you're forgotten
 But I'll feast for you each year in spring
 When birds begin to sing
 When everything, yes, everything
 Oh, everything is green
 Over the waves now
 I call to you to come and comfort me
 But you're far away now
 So your pretty face nevermore I'll see
 No, your pretty face nevermore I'll see