Kiss Me, I’m Irish

The words I think are wrenched from me
Once my mouth is open
And though I speak so quietly
You take haunted steps away from me
So all I can do
Is stare at you
All I can do
Is stare at my shoes

And when I go to a show
I expect it to be terrible
But when I go to your show
I know I'll bob my head alone

And though it may be arrogant
I like to imagine
It laden with strings
All of the words you're singing
Floating above everything

And all I can do
Is listen to you
I cannot talk to you