Hibernia by Brendan Maclean

I found you, after the after party,
Left early, it never really started
I couldn’t get an army,
I couldn’t get an arm in.

You told me, that were sleepy from the scene,
I threw my, smoke from the balcony but
I didn’t look myself,
We left for somewhere else.

Fire in Hibernia
Rising to the overpass
No one knows what’s going on
Fire in Hibernia.

You found me, after your party,
Didn’t look myself, can’t get an arm in,
Didn’t quit, my health, thrown in garden.
Thrown in the garden.
Didn’t look yourself, smoke from the balcony,
And somewhere else, but we were somewhere else.

Fire in Hibernia
Cornered in the upper loft
No one knows what’s going on
Fire in Hibernia

Moving through the echelons
Pyres to another world
Preatures singing down the hall
Quiet in Hibernia

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• Sydney