This Sporting Life

And we'll show you a good time if it's carnage that you want It's a lairy night before you if you are a Dublin debutante If you stick right by my side, we will take you for a ride No time for questions now, it's Hogmanay and this is how Young lad Gav

I saw the beauty in her eyes And though I searched, I could not recognise a soul Well she was blind from compromise And as she talked, I recognised that time had taken toll And she would stop herself from smiling But the bottle was beguiling She's sa

Approval and affection, well they force you to perform When you look at your reflection, does it make you feel warm? Or does something hold you back, until someone holds you tight Someone for a life-time, or maybe just a night And I've tried and fail

As Sunday morning smells of toast are drifting through the nation My senses have diminished and my body's drained of sleep When littered pathways are my host and I'm weak with desperation Now everything has finished and I am left All alone And twenty

The tender words between us, From morning through to night, Holding hands but sat alone, Stumbling over what to write, And led me to believe, That after all you're longing, For the heart that's on my sleeve, I never did do big and bold, Perhaps it's

The sun sets on the evening, she's squinting in the light Her heart is set on leaving, we're welcoming the night She ties her hair up slowly with sadness in her eyes "I'm sick to death of England, rainy summer skies" I place my arm around her an