Hello Belfast, once again   My God, you're looking well   Your ground so wet and your air so moist   With that gold familiar smell      It's been what, maybe half a year   Since I kissed your bitter shore   But you, you don't seem to remember   Or to love me anymore      I thought that we could work it out   Now that I am getting older   But it seems time has had her doubts   And absence makes the heart grow colder      Your streets are cold, and barren too   Telling their histories of war   And I've got to asking the Lord above   What the hell I came back here for      So I make my way down to the Queens Arcade   Hoping to find some solace there   I guess I'll drown my newfound loneliness   In the company of fear      I thought that we could work it out   Now that I am getting older   But it seems time has had her doubts   And absence makes the heart grow colder      I'll give up my claim to confidence   And the luxuries of pride   For just a moment with your innocence   And a glimpse at your inside      Ireland, you're an orphan girl   You oughta thank God for the rain   'Cause she's the only one that ever kisses you   Or pacifies your pain      I thought that we could work it out   Now that I am getting older   But it seems time has had her doubts   And absence makes the heart grow colder