The Blonde Bitch In The Back - Ireland Soup lyrics

[The Blonde Bitch In The Back - Ireland Soup lyrics]

I’ve seen you like you were a ghost
And I was a butterfly in a storm of fur
We used a loupe and found a
Feeling in the smallest house
When I walk on this street I feel like
I must’ve done this before in my life
Oh, if you could see my town now, but
Like a hat in my dream
You will never come back

Go to the house again, in my memories
See the rain falling on my toe, oh oh

In that house I've seen you like a ghost
Alone and sad but you never told anybody
That you were scared of everthing
But when I was cooking an
Ireland Soup you'd feel well

You thought that you could hide
But I know I can always find you


We both know that house holds a mystery
No one of us has told
Like the smell from the burnt
Tears in your face, I remember
Would you remember our own history?
If I'd knock on that door, cause
I’ve never felt a distance like this
Ever before in my life

Go to the house again, in my memories
See the rain falling through the floor, oh oh

In that house I've seen you like a ghost
Alone and sad but you never told anybody
That you were scared of everthing
But when I was cooking an
Ireland Soup you'd feel well

In that house I've seen you like
A ghost from the past
But you never told anybody
That you were scared of everthing
But when I was cooking an
Ireland Soup you'd feel well

Would you remember all the
Stories that we told?
Would you remember how we
Barricaded the door, Just to be left alone?
Would you remember me?
'Cause I was the only one who could see you
Who could talk to you
In that house, I was the only one who
Cared for you, who could see you through
But like a hat in my dream
You will never come back
Like a hat thrown in the stream
You will never come back
Can't go to that house again, ever again
Until I know if you're still my friend
But I still return to that house
In my memories
I still see the rain falling down
I still return to that house, and I still
See the rain falling like before, oh oh

In that house I’ve seen you like
A ghost fading too fast
But you never told anybody else but me
That you were scared of everything
And now it's too late
But I would love to cook an
Ireland soup for you again
Yeah, I would love to cook an
Ireland soup for you my friend

I was the only one who could see you
Who could talk to you
In that house, I was the only
One who cared for you
Who could see you through
Would you remember me?

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