I'm always writing about the landscape we share
But what if you aren't there
What if I lose you to death
Or to time that would make you forget 
All that we are 
And if the star 
Still shines light years away
Would that be enough to make you stay 
As it collapses into a black hole 
But I can see your soul 
Pouring through that void in your centre 
Through the door I cannot enter 
Without your permission 
And I get the early edition 
On tomorrow's news 
And the pot brews
On the stove
As your eyes rove
Across the room 
And I'm watching as I use the broom 
To sweep dust into a corner 
Who is this foreigner 
In my land 
It seems like he understands
My wayfaring soul 
And the way my tide roll 
Against the side of incoming boats 
The darkness submerge but he floats 
And lands right back where we left off 
He covers up his laugh with a cough 
And his smile meets his eyes 
As though he's a dragon in disguise
That has just been recognised 
Though the mirage of the lies 
He weaves like a fabric over his face 
But I know how to put him in his place
As I stretch my feet across the aisle 
And I feel his heartbeat file 
Past me in an orderly fashion 
I have to say I love your passion 
As you trap me in my seat 
And I can't believe that this man that I meet 
May be my perfect match 
Are there any houses with roofs of thatch
Left in the Irish countryside 
And does that part of you still abide