áth cliath

lookin' down through a tide of no return
is a field where the crops no longer grow
parched is the land, strangled an' be damned
there for the grace o' god go i

down beside where the riverbed sleeps
is a man not knowin' what he should feel
mocked by the wave that beats the water's edge
there for the grace o' god go i

if i ever hurt another like thee again
i would drown myself beneath your name
lost was the child we all once did hide
there for the grace o' god go i