"On Michael Street" lyrics
On Michael street we convalesce
The neighbours speaking Polish do most of the talking
In the wild garden wrapped in blankets
We watch the solar lights open their eyes at night
I'm afraid of this cowardly condition
Though I'm here of my own volition
Spent by the sun and my skin is stinging
Excuse the pun buy you are beaming
And I love you with no expectation
Sometimes I'm rattled by your name
Immovable rets upon your chest I hear the grass grow
Today devoid of confusions
Inadvertently I make my way towards drainage
Confidently ploughing into my youth
On Michael street we boiled two eggs
You gave me a look of want I dug deep and passed the plate around
Of your body I am conscious of your being I am in awe
Walking barefoot across the kitchen you spoke of the wonders of trust
Fresh flowers and Brazilian music
There was a rhythm in the room of the home
We've come a long way since Christ Church in the cold
And I love you with no expectation
Sometimes I'm rattled by your name
Immovable rets upon your chest I hear the grass grow
Today devoid of confusions
Inadvertently I make my way towards drainage
Confidently ploughing into my youth
On Michael street we convalesce
The neighbours speaking Polish do most of the talking
In the wild garden wrapped in blankets
We watch the solar lights open their eyes at night
I'm afraid of this cowardly condition
Though I'm here of my own volition
Spent by the sun and my skin is stinging
Excuse the pun buy you are beaming
And I love you with no expectation
Sometimes I'm rattled by your name
Immovable rets upon your chest I hear the grass grow
Today devoid of confusions
Inadvertently I make my way towards drainage
Confidently ploughing into my youth
On Michael street we boiled two eggs
You gave me a look of want I dug deep and passed the plate around
Of your body I am conscious of your being I am in awe
Walking barefoot across the kitchen you spoke of the wonders of trust
Fresh flowers and Brazilian music
There was a rhythm in the room of the home
We've come a long way since Christ Church in the cold
And I love you with no expectation
Sometimes I'm rattled by your name
Immovable rets upon your chest I hear the grass grow
Today devoid of confusions
Inadvertently I make my way towards drainage
Confidently ploughing into my youth
On Michael street we convalesce
Writer(s): David Keenan
