The Wild Atlantic Way

We fell deep on a mountain. Where we learned who we were
A downfall expected, when we walk alone
Where the air carried sounds and those sounds were convincing
The voices were clear and encouraged our instincts to run
But silence prevailed the fear. We were aware the whole time
That we were so vulnerable. So I held you safe, by a blade
The sound of each footstep that came, was nothing but whistles of grass
A symphony written by chance, so why did we stay?
‘Cause we were so sure that we saw, our love
Digging its grave, high up above, the Wild Atlantic Way
We froze still in the moonlight, as my hope decayed
Reflecting on flaws, I’ve fallen for yours
My justified rage was undoubtedly tangible
Chain me and lock me away, inside of my room. Alive, but emotionless
With the ghost of your walking perfume, haunting the walls
So I drew a line in the sand, adjacent to yours
Writing «bygones be bygones» again
Your heart on your sleeve, but mine was carved deep to the bone
I once heard you say
That you lack affection and love is for fools
Digging their grave, high up above, the Wild Atlantic Way
We were more
We were more
But you’ve grown insensitive
Give me your
Just one more
Dose of torturous love I’ve adored
We were more
We were more
But you’ve grown insensitive
Give me your
Just one more
Dose of torturous love I’ve adored
I once heard you say
That you lack affection and love is for fools
Shackled and chained, high up above, the Wild Atlantic Way