A Casa d'Irene

The gray days are the long, quiet streets
Of a deserted town with no sky

At Irene's place, we sing, we laugh
People come and go
At Irene's place, bottles of wine
At Irene's place, we're heading out tonight

Days without tomorrow and the longing for you
Just those days that feel like they're made of stone
Nothing but a wall
Topped with shards of glass

At Irene's place, we sing, we laugh
People come and go
At Irene's place, bottles of wine
At Irene's place, we're heading out tonight

And then, there you are at Irene's place
And when you see me, you run to me
You look into my eyes, you take my hand
And in silence, you lead me with you

At Irene's place, we sing, we laugh
People come and go
At Irene's place, bottles of wine
At Irene's place, we're heading out tonight

Days without tomorrow and the longing for you
On gray days, I know where to find you
The gray days bring me to you
At Irene's place, at Irene's place

At Irene's place, we sing, we laugh
People come and go
At Irene's place, bottles of wine
At Irene's place, we're heading out tonight