I think it's kinda fun to trace it
Back to where it all began
Back in Dublin, in the kitchen
Up late talking to my mam
She was standing by the oven
I saw her as an equal, as a friend
And I saw myself inside her
We all become our mother in the end
You can leave it all behind
Skip a beat in the bloodline
And you've been hiding all your life, it's time
To skip a beat in the bloodline
I always feel like I'm the bad guy (oh, oh, oh, oh)
'Cause I'm the one that up'd and left
It kinda feels like living two lives (oh, oh, oh, oh)
And always trying to catch your breath
Remember to call home on the weekend
If you leave it all behind
Skip a beat in the bloodline
And you've been hiding all your life, it's time
To skip a beat in the bloodline
Can I see the photograph when you take it?
Who's going partying? Who's sad in photographs? Your sweet face
Ah Orla, you're ruining all your friend's photographs
But you, you don't get me
'Cause we never talk about difficult things
But you, you don't get me
'Cause we never talk about difficult things
We never talk about difficult things
We never talk about difficult things
We never talk about difficult things
We never talk about difficult things