Wilson Street

05:02
Ellen O'Meara
2013
Ellen O'Meara

Lyrics

I used to close my eyes

And you'd be right there to kiss me

I used to say goodnight

And you'd be right there hold me

 

This ugly compromise

Has brought me back to Wilson Street

All there is where you once lived

Are lonely ghosts and concrete

 

Movin' on isn't for the meek of heart

By the night of a love so pure

And all my days haunted

All my days are haunted

 

You held your head up high

To see the sun is shinin' free

And you held my breath

That I might keep my lungs from drowning

 

While I would hide my face

Fore I let somebody see me bleed

But you're bleedin' all the time

Thick and red and honestly

 

Movin' on isn't for the meek of heart

By the night of a love so pure

And all my days haunted

All my days are haunted

 

Drove a week and back alive

Headed down to Wilson Street

I stand alone dignified

In an empty building

 

I'm a fool with big brown eyes

Talkin' to the ghosts I meet

Who say there's nothin' left of you

For all you had you gave to me

All you had you gave to me

 

Movin' on isn't for the meek of heart

By the night of a love so pure

And all my days haunted

All my days are haunted