It ain’t me
It’s the poetry 
That wants you so bad
Enough to make a monument sad
In the ocean it rolls 
But I ain’t paying tolls 
For the road I use
Not just a book for you to peruse
As the library quakes
The fire burns and the ground shakes
Into the darkness I know so well
Do you think there’s such a thing as hell 
Or is it all imagination
Pulling into Longford station
And have you turn away from me
Surf the Shannon like it’s a sea
And dream of eternity
With your arms laced around me
As forever beckons
But what do you reckon
Will we give it a go
But I think I already know
What you’re gonna say
But I put it out there anyway