Dear Irony Songtext
von Whitehorse

Dear Irony
We crossed the bridge
And now we′re lost on Bedford Street
We never meant to get our wires crossed, you see
So I'll give it to you straight
The hour is getting late


Dear Irony
The thrill you spill on Williamsburg is lost on me
Can′t we just agree to disagree?
Please don't make me talk about it
I don't wanna fight

Hey Ecstasy
You always let the better get the best of me
You sink your teeth so deep
That I am left to bleed
Now our hotel key′s expired
The chambermaid′s so tired


Sweet Mockery
You and I share too much dirty history
It's not that I can′t go for all your mystery
Such ordinary fears
Are boring us to tears