A Sail

It’s long gone, that carry on from December.
It is no matter, if you remember
mulled paper bagged wine
and too much bedside whiskey.
I will roll my heart up,
I will roll my heart up in my sleeve.

Now it is your line, I know that I wrote it.
If you tell a lie, no one will notice
and of you and I, I was the loudest.
While you stayed quiet, we were surrounded.

It’s long gone our carry on from the winter.
I asked you upstairs
and two we tangled in my hair.
You were never one for chronic chattering,
your heart beat pale,
while I flew my colours,
I flew my colours like a sail.

Now it is your line, I know that I wrote it.
If you tell a lie, no one will notice
and of you and I, I was the loudest.
While you stayed quiet, we were surrounded.

– Lisa Hannigan

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