When the world comes crashing down
You know where I’ll be,
We’ll have Irish scones
And wash it down with some tea.
How would you like your scones, my love-
Jam? Clotted cream?
I hope the tea isn’t too hot, my love
I hope it isn’t too sweet.
We’ll have a lovely chat for old times sake
Like Ol’ friends that we’d been,
As if time didn’t wear our spirits out,
As if we’d never parted ways.
Let the world go to hell, my love,
And burn in hellfire
We’ll exchange sugar-coated pleasantries
In my secret garden outside.
We’ll talk about the weather, my love
We’ll talk about life.