Dear Irony Songtext
von Whitehorse

Dear irony
Across the bridge, an hour lost on Bedford Street
I never meant to get our wires crossed, you see
So I′ll give it to you straight
The hour's getting late
Dear irony
The thrill you spill on Williamsburg is lost on me
Can we just agree to disagree?
Please don′t make me talk about it
I don't want to fight


Hey, ecstasy
You always let the better get the best of me
You sink your teeth so deep that I am left to bleed
Now our hotel key's expired
The chain we made so tired
Sweet mockery
You and I share too much dirty history
It′s not that I can′t go for all your mystery
Such ordinary fears
Are boring us to tears