Irish Lace Songtext
von Basse Wickman

With your Irish gypsy face
Your silver spoons and your velvet razor blades
Oh mama, you pulled the wool right over my face
And didn′t it feel like Irish lace?

So many times I wanted just to lay beside you
So many times you turned and rolled away
Those times that lovers make for sleeping
If there were friends around to keep you up
You'd always slip away
Lonely, but never quite alone
It′s amazing that we can make it another day

The second one is harder than the first
You said somehow the failure feels ten times worse
Oh mama, your love is such a beautiful curse
Is that why it always has gotta hurt?


Yes, I've seen you while you're sleeping
And I′ve seen your silent nights
Sometimes talking but never really speaking
It′s a wonder to me now why anybody even tries
Losing you, losing it myself
It's a wonder that we haven′t lost our minds

Once a lover thought the world of me, yeah
She scared me with her hatred but she wrote me poetry
Oh lover, lover, you took yourself so seriously
But who'd ever believe you′d really leave
Listen to me now

One more lover no one dared to see
Sadistic crusade just left without a trace
Too scared to stick around and see
But who always had enough, had enough to throw away
Like a mean medal in an attic from another time and place

Like a rag that once was made of Irish lace
Like a rag that once was made of Irish lace
Like a rag that once was made of Irish lace