Slán

[Verse 1]
Revelry in city bars to the stale dregs of the spirit left to stink and lie
Midnight swims in the nectar no more and the cold raw class of a night
Could be visited with warm affection

[Verse 2]
Holding trails of ice cream traces hung upon seductive moulds
Beside some boys in numbers being hung for sheep as lambs
Then one more ball of malt

[Verse 3]
Pearls of water cast dances in the sunlight crowned upon our naked arms
Dreaming of tobacco freedom when there's promise of a pint

[Verse 4]
Cigarettes burning in the clear mountain air sheltered cinders in the shell of Paul's hands
These comforts are counted carefully
Now naked and forgotten