Tar, tar a rún

Tar, tar a rún
come and sit in the smoky bar of my childhood
let me spell love in the dust
of melody and microphone
of harmony and heat
sweetly o'er-reached by soft drums
in a distant, dark melting night

Tar, tar a rún
come and speak through your eyes
over skin and into blood
spell love for my feet
in a beat I will always dance to
knowing the shaking behind my nightmares
is sweetly o'er-perched by steady breath
in a distant, dawn condemning night

Tar, tar a rún
come and let lips close
come and let hair entangle
come and banish sundays 'yond early afternoon
Tar, tar a rún
come, come, my darling
come, come, my love
Tar, tar