Into I don't know you anymore
Thinking all the time you planned it
You've been gone away too long Though in truth you never tried Just stepped back and watched the slide
Questioning of your intent Never quite sure what you meant
Must admit we ride it well And the horses never tell
Till I just don't feel it anymore
To the time when it began with Bits of dreams all in a line And somehow we missed the signs That it all was never real And in truth a fatal deal
Questioning of your intent Never quite sure what you meant
Must admit we ride it well And the horses never tell
There always comes a time When you do what you want to do You know you shouldn't do it And when he had that time When he knew what he wanted to He quickly placed his order Though he never thought he'd pay
But the lines turned to lies And the lies turned to tangles And you're pale as a cadaver Though you think it doesn't show So you live with the lies And the friends that it gathers But somewhere in your heart you know you
Questioning of your intent Never quite sure what you meant
Must admit we ride it well And the horses never tell
Then the sailor picked a coat up That had been laying there And placed it over the body And then he said a little prayer
And the ocean brought in on a wave
An old waterlogged wreath And pushed it up along the sand Till it touched the dead man's feet
And written on that wreath
Was the name veronica guerin But the letters were bent and soiled
The sailor said I see these flowers Are obviously from far away
And I cannot help but to think That it's unwise in god eyes To steal flowers from the dead
The ocean said please trust me friend This gift will cause no pain And the person to whom they once belonged Would surely say the same
You see this wreath was from the funeral Of a woman who showed no fear Of men who lived in mansions Bought with other people's tears
Of men who lived in mansions Bought with bits of others lives Who at night still hugged their children And brought gifts home to their wives
With money made from heroin
There were many flowers at her funeral But none for this boy I fear So the wind has blown this wreath to me And I have brought it here
She gave her life to stop the spread And if we leave these flowers for this boy
I'm sure she wouldn't mind