Irritated Love

And all the time I stumble like a child into the sea

When I’m trying to find mid sentence what my words to you should be

I’d be running to you, but you would just steal away

I’d be running to you, if only one time you would wait

And all the nights that gin and wine would oil our standing off

Only to fuel the stuttering cries of this irritated love

You were running to me but, I would just steal away

You were running to me, but I didn’t care to stay

All for the love in wait

And all the time, time slipping away

Oh, the courage it takes to try this love again

The elegance to stop there where borders are wearing thin

I’d be to running to you, and you would not steal away

You’d be running to me, and I’d let you come to me

Let us now bury the hatchet, and forget where it was dug

We have no talent for this, baby, only buckets full of luck

I'll be running to you, and you will not steal away

You'll be running to me and in my arms you'll stay