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I wore out my welcome as the days grew thin |
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In this Belfast town |
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It's like |
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I've been waitin' 'til my life begins |
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Love comes around |
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I wander through the streets |
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And I see them look away |
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The wind hits my bones as they whisper your name |
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I go out walking in the cold |
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Irish rain |
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Fed up with the landlord comin' down my door |
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With his poison gaze |
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I've stared out his window and |
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I've walked the floor |
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Of this sorry place |
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I'll take comfort in the cold |
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Until I find my faith again |
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Oh God knows |
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I've tried but |
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I just can't fit in |
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I go out walking in the cold |
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Irish rain |
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What I'd give to see the sun on your face |
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To lose myself, in a long embrace |
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I'd love to hear the band start to play |
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As you turn me around, oh |
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I long for the day |
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The last of the ramblin' boys has lost his way |
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In these broken times |
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They sold off your story and they stole your rage |
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With this heart of mine |
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They pulled you from your sleep |
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And they covered up your name |
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Now on Sundays they pray to see you again |
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I go out walking in the cold |
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Irish rain |
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I go out walking in the cold |
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Irish rain |
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I go out walking in the cold |
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Irish rain, in the rain |
