Then Go - Damien Rice

Among the afflictions

With which I’ve been marked

None so pretentious

None quite so dark

I get the feeling you’re bored with me

And not through habit or frequency

Did your mother have you easily?

And if there’s someplace else you’d rather be

Then go, then go

Then go, then go

Among the intentions

Which have been sought

Numbered and labeled

But none of them bought

I get the feeling you’re testing me

You’re saturated in urgency

You stick your probe in further

But you’re still not pleased

And if there’s someplace else you’d rather be

Then go, then go

Then go, then go

Then go, then go

Then go, then go

I would’ve lied for you

I would’ve cried for you

I crossed the line for you

I would’ve died for you…