Child Of Prague by Niall James Holohan Lyrics
"The royal infant is seeing things"
An old Spanish monk said, in passing
As Theresa, from Springfield, showed up in a frame
Her mantle is frozen, her metaphor's broken
There's fluid around her heart
"You're imaging it" I insisted
"That I've spent my love on the rain"
Big bash
A stranger with hash
An actor playing the bongos
As the Carmelites comes and go from the bar
A wedding gift, a favour divine
All these things come moulded from the child of Prague
Who's hair is wet and ever says she's mine
She always
She always goes
With me, with me, with me
She always
She always goes
With me, with me, with me
Richard Helm
A storm in letters, pouring
Share my life, a nervous style
Mama tell me what I should cull out to father me now
Ring all my bells, show me how
Don't clash
You won't abash
A sheer fight over how a lover be likened to a girl I used to know
When you come about face
Facing it, facing it is all you'll ever do
Praying is all you'll ever know
She always
She always goes
With me, with me, with me
She always
She always goes
With me, with me, with me
Television
Fear
Landing light, man
Ronan said he found me under the van
But I don't know what I have done with my love
She's awkward and under, it's never enough
But I don't know what I have done with my love
She walked out, under the influence
But I don't know what I have to do to get off
It's never enough
When I've given my love to a statue above
I'd forgotten my Granddad used to love
Some class
A lover with hash
Always falling down
Under the influence of a power and a money and a car
With the pistol in her left hand, right
Hmmm
We're stuck under the stories we were told as children
Thumbing lifts of oblivion of reckless 50s stars
She always
She always goes
With me, with me, with me
She always
She always goes
With me, with me, with me
A big bash
As the critical mass reclaim the streets
Subvertising billboards
Give us back our hands!
"The royal infant is seeing things"
An old Spanish monk said, in passing
"Give us back our hands
And we'll give you back your peace"
She always
She always goes
With me, with me, with me
She always
She always goes
With me, with me, with me
An old Spanish monk said, in passing
As Theresa, from Springfield, showed up in a frame
Her mantle is frozen, her metaphor's broken
There's fluid around her heart
"You're imaging it" I insisted
"That I've spent my love on the rain"
Big bash
A stranger with hash
An actor playing the bongos
As the Carmelites comes and go from the bar
A wedding gift, a favour divine
All these things come moulded from the child of Prague
Who's hair is wet and ever says she's mine
She always
She always goes
With me, with me, with me
She always
She always goes
With me, with me, with me
Richard Helm
A storm in letters, pouring
Share my life, a nervous style
Mama tell me what I should cull out to father me now
Ring all my bells, show me how
Don't clash
You won't abash
A sheer fight over how a lover be likened to a girl I used to know
When you come about face
Facing it, facing it is all you'll ever do
Praying is all you'll ever know
She always
She always goes
With me, with me, with me
She always
She always goes
With me, with me, with me
Television
Fear
Landing light, man
Ronan said he found me under the van
But I don't know what I have done with my love
She's awkward and under, it's never enough
But I don't know what I have done with my love
She walked out, under the influence
But I don't know what I have to do to get off
It's never enough
When I've given my love to a statue above
I'd forgotten my Granddad used to love
Some class
A lover with hash
Always falling down
Under the influence of a power and a money and a car
With the pistol in her left hand, right
Hmmm
We're stuck under the stories we were told as children
Thumbing lifts of oblivion of reckless 50s stars
She always
She always goes
With me, with me, with me
She always
She always goes
With me, with me, with me
A big bash
As the critical mass reclaim the streets
Subvertising billboards
Give us back our hands!
"The royal infant is seeing things"
An old Spanish monk said, in passing
"Give us back our hands
And we'll give you back your peace"
She always
She always goes
With me, with me, with me
She always
She always goes
With me, with me, with me