Eric Maust - Queen of Ireland (Acoustic) Lyrics

She was a cloudy Tuesday
Who found American boys amusing
We were naked when she told me
She had a boyfriend in Bray
Driving the Blue Ridge Parkway
Vespers' sun bleeding
I looked deep to the horizon
And gave my life to the South
We've said a lot of things
We never could have done
Who knows until it comes?
We're making, breaking promises
Promises
Promises
We're making, breaking promises
Promises
Promises
When we're four drinks into Friday
And my friends have turned to fighting
I send a text to the Queen of Ireland
But we don't talk anymore
If I ever move back to Pittsburgh
I'll keep our karaoke secret
And tell the winter that I missed her
But she'll know it's a lie
Cause things, I know, have changed
And nothing is undone
And should've 's not enough
We're making, breaking promises
Promises
Promises
We're making, breaking promises
Promises
Promises
Promise me you'll take off next summer
And sail the coast
I'll dream through sea salt and white rum
As you go
Make your mistakes and release them
If you want to be free
If that's what you need
We're making, breaking promises
Promises
Promises
We're making, breaking promises
Promises
Promises