Are we too tired to chase our dreams?
To reach North then head South
And run the pavement out of town

Redwood trees and golden sands
Us walking hand in hand
Love is simple

Notebooks with pencilled plans
Practicing our first dance
Love is feeling the same at the same time

In wooden huts in Wicklow woods
Sleeping under stars I have wished on
Love is understood

You returning home
Is time on our side?
We have eternity

And when we have everything,
When we have reached North
Then we can head South