Clann Zú - Crashing To The Floor

Opens his hand, reads his name, grabs the bottle, and swallows again
Thinks of the wife he’s left behind, touches the photo and closes his eyes
Thinks of the time where he walked from the street under the light and killed a man dead

A chroí, a chroí, a chroí dhearg, [Heart, heart, red heart]
stad do bhualadh, tá mé gan dóchas [stop your beating, I am without hope]

Whiskey-burned memories come crashing to the floor
For each one that’s gone there’s twenty-five more
That’ll burn him and crush him right through to the core
He’s filled with the thoughts of those gone before

He opens his mouth and all that comes out is a fractured song from a fractured heart
He grabs the bottle and swallows again, picks up the blade that’s singin his name

A chroí, a chroí, a chroí dhearg, [Heart, heart, red heart]
stad do bhualadh, tá mé gan dóchas [stop your beating, I am without hope]

Whiskey-burned memories come crashing to the floor
For each one that’s gone there’s twenty-five more
That’ll burn him and crush him right through to the core
He’s filled with the thoughts of those gone before