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On the Antrim road
Mud on my shoes
Grey fields breathing slow
Under a broken moon
The ferry horn cuts through
Like a line in chalk
I kept my little hope
In a matchbox walk
Every house held a prayer
Every gate held rain
We were counting our chances
Like beads on a chain
Baroque Steel Ribs
Hold me up, hold me up
Baroque Steel Ribs
Don’t let the night run rough
Baroque Steel Ribs
I was born to believe
Baroque Steel Ribs
In a place that let dreams leave
By the blackened quay
The boys played king
With bent-wire crowns
And a pocketful of spring
Your laugh hit hard
Through the cold gray day
Like a tin toy heart
That forgot to break
Every wall had a crack
Every crack had light
We were asking the dark
For one clean sign
Baroque Steel Ribs
Hold me up, hold me up
Baroque Steel Ribs
Don’t let the night run rough
Baroque Steel Ribs
I was born to believe
Baroque Steel Ribs
In a place that let dreams leave
And if the hail came down
We still lit the spark
Pinning our names
To the edge of the dark
Baroque Steel Ribs
Hold me up, hold me up
Baroque Steel Ribs
Don’t let the night run rough
Baroque Steel Ribs
I was born to believe
Baroque Steel Ribs
In a place that let dreams leave
Every hope was a dream
Every dream held tight
And if it came true
It came in the night
