Whitehorse Dear Irony lyrics

Dear irony, across the bridge and now we're lost on Bedford street
Never meant to get our wires crossed you see
So I'll give it to you straight, the hour is getting late

Dear irony, the thrill you spill on Williamsburg is lost on me
Can't we just agree to disagree
Please don't make me talk about it, I don't want to fight

Hey ecstasy, you always let the better get the best of me

You sink your teeth so deep that I am left to bleed
Now the hotel key's expired, the chambermaid so tired

Sweet mockery, you and I share too much dirty history
It's not that I can't go for all your mystery
Such ordinary fears are boring us to tears