The Hardy Boys - Dear Seamus Heaney lyrics
[The Hardy Boys - Dear Seamus Heaney lyrics]
Midnight snowfall in the sleeping north
A black dog at the gate again
Mind-soothing crimson wine and
Alabaster books
Lamp shadows veil the plaster ceiling
Slow dance snowfall in the freezing north
A black dog at the gate again
Mood-soothing capsules and therapeutic books
Deep shadows shroud the plaster ceiling
Fifteen years of an unheated room
Signs that weren't there clocks in the room
In that harsh chair staring for hours
Breath fissuring out of me and
Fixed eyes like stars
And I lift tired eyes to the sky
Dear Seamus Heaney I hold my boy to my chest
Snug as a gun lift salt eyes to the sky
Dear Seamus Heaney I
Hold my girl to my chest snug as a gun
Snow-soft footfalls in the freezing west
A still moon shines it's silver light
The whiskey bottle twisted metal on glass
Another night of echoes and falling
Sixteen years old an unheated room
Signs that weren't there clocks in the room
In that bleak chair staring for hours
Breath fissuring out of me and
Fixed eyes like stars
And I lift tired eyes to the sky
Dear Seamus Heaney I hold my boy to my chest
Snug as a gun lift salt eyes to the sky
Dear Seamus Heaney I
Hold my girl to my chest snug as a gun
A black dog at the gate again
Mind-soothing crimson wine and
Alabaster books
Lamp shadows veil the plaster ceiling
Slow dance snowfall in the freezing north
A black dog at the gate again
Mood-soothing capsules and therapeutic books
Deep shadows shroud the plaster ceiling
Fifteen years of an unheated room
Signs that weren't there clocks in the room
In that harsh chair staring for hours
Breath fissuring out of me and
Fixed eyes like stars
And I lift tired eyes to the sky
Dear Seamus Heaney I hold my boy to my chest
Snug as a gun lift salt eyes to the sky
Dear Seamus Heaney I
Hold my girl to my chest snug as a gun
Snow-soft footfalls in the freezing west
A still moon shines it's silver light
The whiskey bottle twisted metal on glass
Another night of echoes and falling
Sixteen years old an unheated room
Signs that weren't there clocks in the room
In that bleak chair staring for hours
Breath fissuring out of me and
Fixed eyes like stars
And I lift tired eyes to the sky
Dear Seamus Heaney I hold my boy to my chest
Snug as a gun lift salt eyes to the sky
Dear Seamus Heaney I
Hold my girl to my chest snug as a gun