Irene Songtext
von Ben Watt

Hey, Irene
Remember that club where you used to sing?
Red lampshades in the booths
Men whispering untruths
Well, they tore it down in the spring

I still remember your voice
I see the band playing up there on the stand
And all the smoke in the light
The music loud and the faces in the crowd

Was it a dream?
I heard that you moved out of range
Was it something you′d outgrown?
Needed something of your own?
I guess, well, everyone's entitled to a change


The crowd has grown older too
But some of them, they still want a piece of you
They yearn for some golden age
The time that they first heard you from the stage

New Year′s Day
The snow was so thick but everybody came
For the songs that you sang
The whole glittering shebang
Oh, I see it all when I hear your name

Last night I walked there again
The neon city always ageless and unsung
The bars spilled onto the street
The music loud, different faces in the crowd

Hey, Irene
Where have we been?
Hey, Irene
You were a queen
Hey, Irene
Where have we been?