Gaeilge-ar-DA

I’m there, but it’s not me Standing in the doorway I guess that I’ll Take what I can get So I run and I run And I jump in the ocean Man my crew Set sail away from you But the wind’s left my sails And the sunset’s so pale Why did I Set my mast ablaze? I’m running out of time We’re running out of time On the wreckage I’m drowning And dying I wish that they knew What it’s too late to tell you I wish that you believed In me Every little message in a bottle Is yesterday’s misconstrued model That you’ll never get to read ‘Cause they float right back to me On the wings of memories That will never get to be ‘Cause they float right back to me On the wings of memories So I run and I run And I jump in the ocean Man my crew Set sail away from you But the wind’s left my sails And the sunset’s so pale Why did I Set my mast ablaze? I’m there, but it’s not me Standing in the doorway I guess that I’ll Take what I can get