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I hear you with your friends outside
I see you walking through the door
I’d freely give my one last breath
To hold you just once more
People tell me I’m so brave
People ask me to be strong
I fumble through these empty days
Wondering how I’ll carry on

When I'm alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall
In the back of my mind I hear my conscience call
Telling me I need a girl who is as sweet as a dove
For the first time I can see I need love

There I was joking at my games
So many hearts and I'm saying no names
A thought occurred tears made my eyes burn

Things are looking bad now
They never have been worse
To the north lie mountains
To the south a curse
Bloodstained footprints in the shifting sands
Among the olive groves of Cedarland

Lebanon...

Every day is the rainy season
Every night is a full moon
Whenever I'm with you darling
Love is a monsoon
Goosebumps all around my skin
Whenever you come into the room
Fresh wild smell of Jasmine
Love is a monsoon

Have you ever been afraid to dive in
Sittin' at the edge of the pool
Imagining breast and backstrokes
Ah such a sad little fool
Come in love
I'm waiting at the shore
Come in love
I've no resistance any more

If you listen I’ll sing you a sweet little song
Of a flower that’s now drooped and dead,
Yet dearer to me, yes than all of its mates,
Though each holds aloft its proud head.
Twas given to me by a girl that I know,
Since we’ve met, faith I’ve known no repose.
She is dearer by far than the world’s brightest star,
And I call her my wild Irish Rose.

On a day of days
I stood and gazed
Over the western sea
Startled and struck,
Frightened to look
When a mermaid called to me
Ooh-wah ooh-wah
Ooh-wah ooh-wah

Why should you be the one to go out on the edge?
Do you really want to be another dead hero?
Why should you be the one to go out on the edge?
Do you really want to be another dead hero?

People have expectations of a man in your position
They want you to carry some torch into the public view
Voyeurs of this world, ignoring your beautiful words

The fisherman used to dive into running water
And take a shining sixpence from the floor
Now he's waiting for the Salmon of Knowledge
To help him wade out from the shore

He looks down on the lake on a sunlit morning
Loves the ancient world that is within
The surface shadow is his simple warning