Say... I know a girl
Who could scare you half to death
And maybe the other half too.
A terrible beauty worse than Eire herself,
The poster child of thunder these days.
Dreaming of houses with white picket fences
And maybe, just maybe, some boys.
Dreaming of green fields, shadows and streams...
Shadows follow soon in her steps.
A tear in the ground
For someone not around (anymore).
I'll miss her in the empty spaces,
The poster child of thunder those days.
