In Magaluf
I heard them beating low
Beneath the street
The screaming fleet
And in Santa Ponza
Mary crying blood
Alone I saw
And understood
And on the streets of Ennis
With darts squeezed in my pockets
Now I roam
Now I roam
So don't call to my mother's
I'm not home
I'm not home
Terrified in the building light
All the crack-ersed silt that got in with the drugs
Stars Stars Stars
Blotted out by ink
Clouding forth from the belly of the sun
When I woke up on a hillside
I was cold and drenched and bleeding
And the pale cast of the morning sky
Restored the fields to green
And I ran back to my mother
And I hid beneath the table
Where the light could never find me
Never tear me out again
Swallowed whole
By the blacking hole
As it opens out its prism in the sky
Stars Stars Stars
Blotted out by ink
Clouding forth from
The bar of gold inside