Mo chroí, cronaím thú. Gráim thú.

Because we were ONCE... maybe ONCE we will be again, but different.
ONCE it happened. We changed, you did. Who will we be? Will WE ever be again?
Only life will tell. Now it seems only the channel is between, but there is so much more.
We were enough ONCE, we are not now. Life will tell if we will ever be.


Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova... ONCE

Part of me
Has Died
And won't return
And part of me
Wants to hide
The part that's burned

Once, once
Knew how to talk to you
Once, once
But not anymore

Hear the sirens call me home
Hear the sirens call me home
Hear the sirens call me home
Hear the sirens call me home

Part of me
Has vied
To watch it burn
And the heart of me
Has tried
But look what it's become

Once, once
I knew how to look for you
Once, once
But that was before
Once, once
I would have laid down to died for you
Once, once
But not anymore.

Hear the sirens call me home
Hear the sirens call me home
Hear the sirens call me home
Hear the sirens call me home