Gearrthóg Físe
Lyrics
We were crazy to think
– Bhí muid craiceáilte ag smaoineamh
Crazy to think that this could work
– Crazy chun smaoineamh go bhféadfadh sé seo a bheith ag obair
Remember how I said I’d die for you?
– Cuimhnigh conas a dúirt mé go bhfaighinn bás ar do shon?
We were stupid to jump
– Bhí muid dúr chun léim
In the ocean separating us
– San aigéan ag scaradh linn
Remember how I’d fly to you?
– Cuimhnigh conas a dhéanfainn eitilt chugat?
And I can’t talk to you when you’re like this
– Agus ní féidir liom labhairt leat nuair a bhíonn tú mar seo
Staring out the window like I’m not your favorite town
– Ag stánadh amach an fhuinneog mar nach mise an baile is fearr leat
I’m New York City
– Tá Mé Nua-Eabhrac
I still do it for you, babe
– Déanaim fós é ar do shon, babe
They all warned us about times like this
– Thug siad go léir rabhadh dúinn faoi amanna mar seo
They say the road gets hard and you get lost
– Deir siad go n-éiríonn an bóthar crua agus go gcailltear tú
When you’re led by blind faith, blind faith
– Blind faith, blind faith
But we might just get away with it
– Ach b ‘ fhéidir go bhfaighimis amach leis
Religion’s in your lips
– Faith is in your lips
Even if it’s a false god
– Fiú más dia bréagach é
We’d still worship
– Táimid fós ag adhradh
We might just get away with it
– D ‘ fhéadfadh muid a fháil ach amach leis
The altar is my hips
– Altar is my hips
Even if it’s a false god
– Fiú más dia bréagach é
We’d still worship this love
– Ba mhaith linn an grá seo a adhradh fós
We’d still worship this love
– Ba mhaith linn an grá seo a adhradh fós
We’d still worship this love
– Ba mhaith linn an grá seo a adhradh fós
I know heaven’s a thing
– Heaven is a thing
I go there when you touch me, honey
– Téim ann nuair a dhéanann tú teagmháil liom, mil
Hell is when I fight with you
– Is é ifreann nuair a throidim leat
But we can patch it up good
– Ach is féidir linn é a phaisteáil go maith
Make confessions and we’re begging for forgiveness
– Déan confessions agus táimid ag impí ar maithiúnas
Got the wine for you
– Fuair tú an fíon duit
And you can’t talk to me when I’m like this
– Agus ní féidir leat labhairt liom nuair atá mé mar seo
Daring you to leave me just so I can try and scare you
– Daring tú a fhágáil dom díreach ionas gur féidir liom iarracht a dhéanamh agus scanradh ort
You’re the West Village
– Tu As westbrook
You still do it for me, babe
– So go do it, babe
They all warned us about times like this
– Thug siad go léir rabhadh dúinn faoi amanna mar seo
They say the road gets hard and you get lost
– Deir siad go n-éiríonn an bóthar crua agus go gcailltear tú
When you’re led by blind faith, blind faith
– Blind faith, blind faith
But we might just get away with it
– Ach b ‘ fhéidir go bhfaighimis amach leis
Religion’s in your lips
– Faith is in your lips
Even if it’s a false god
– Fiú más dia bréagach é
We’d still worship
– Táimid fós ag adhradh
We might just get away with it
– D ‘ fhéadfadh muid a fháil ach amach leis
The altar is my hips
– Altar is my hips
Even if it’s a false god
– Fiú más dia bréagach é
We’d still worship this love
– Ba mhaith linn an grá seo a adhradh fós
We’d still worship this love
– Ba mhaith linn an grá seo a adhradh fós
We’d still worship this love, ah
– Ba mhaith linn an grá seo a adhradh fós, ah
Still worship this love
– Fós adhradh an grá seo
Even if it’s a false god
– Fiú más dia bréagach é
Even if it’s a false god
– Fiú más dia bréagach é
Still worship this love
– Fós adhradh an grá seo
