The unceasing mystery of Darragh Connolly 
He’s like a balloon that floats in my mind 
And I never told him I didn’t leave him behind 
With my 2.0
And places that I shouldn’t go 
And he doesn’t know 
That I still hold him dear
So I want to make it crystal clear
When I’m wise and famous 
The seasons rise and it changes us 
Into something new 
You must know I’ll never replace you 
In my glass button dreams 
Sewing them onto my coat seam 
Like a dressmaker of many colours
Dancing in the light of all the others 
And Isabelle asked the question and I almost replied
Then I was mortified 
And I almost died 
Over there in Liverpool 
And we were all just so fucking cool 
In our Batch One hats 
More than a product line and all of that 
And I peace sign and I was gorgeous and free
Now I’m old and tired and my dignity 
Has taken a battering 
And the mad hattering 
Almost led me down a fevered alley 
So far from Balally 
Near Dundrum 
And I succumb 
To the pressure 
And let them mark the fissure 
And see where I crack 
And I know I can’t get that perfect back 
But I found something better
A kind of freedom from the weather 
That just pours on me 
I close my eyes and let it be