Kilmore's End

there on the wall with your tired eyes
you look so lovely and
more than the rest I remember this
night out in kilmore’s end
one glass of wine and I fall into thy
colourbeds by the door
would you be so kind as to tell me why
we only ever talk
but we got time, we got all night
to talk about you and I
bearded and faded and wizened to death
wars will do that to you
when you’re as lonely as I am today
nothing can ever do
but we got time, we got all night
to talk about you and I
I’ve all the time that I want
for you and I now you’re gone
to the bottom, to the bottom at once
there’s no time