Well we might not be that young, we’re not very old
But did you notice my path was a circle, walk the same streets over
Tell a new girl the same old things, try to kiss another mouth.
When will this curve straighten out?
I was out on the boardwalk, counting all the streetlights
Drunk from the drinks I’ve had inside.
Did you not even notice, I was bored out of my fucking head,
Did I sin and am I dead, cause Dublin feels like hell.
I feel so young, sometimes I feel so old,
Sometimes I feel like silver, sometimes I feel like gold