I’ve a feelin’ you won’t look at me that way in the morning‘, with many arguing that it’s about two lovers who take their relationship to the ‘ next level‘ with one worrying that it’s change everything. ‘ My tongue is scailing the North face of your neck. This tune wastes no time in getting into the heat of it. One of the many great Irish bands that don’t get half of the credit that they deserve. Bell X1: How Your Heart is Wired (a Very Underrated Irish Love Song!)Īh, Bell X1. Sinead released the song as part of her second studio album ‘ I Do Not Want What I Haven’t Got‘ and it features her trademark harrowing vocals that have the knack of making the hairs on the back of your neck stand to attention. Interestingly enough, the song was written by Prince (yes, the Prince), for ‘ The Family‘, a band that Prince formed as part of a bit of a side project. Now, although this list is in no particular order, ‘Nothing Compares to You’, sang by Sinead O’Connor, is arguably the best of the many Irish love songs to chart in the last 20 years. Ronan Keating: When You Say Nothing at Allġ.Sinead O’Connor: Nothing Compares to You.Grab yerself a cup of tea, sit back and make your ears happy. Many of the Irish love songs below are pretty old, while others have been released over the last couple of years. In the guide below, you’ll find a mighty mix of the best Irish songs that were written about the happiness or sadness brought on by elation and/or bitter heartbreak. Instead, our eyes meet again, we're real and vulnerable, and it's not possible to fall in love this way, but we will, and we do.T here’s an almost endless number of modern and old Irish love songs that’ll hit the right note, regardless of whether it’s Valentine’s Day or a random rainy Tuesday. I want you to say something, I want to hear your voice. It's just us on the busy street, waiting for the other to speak, I won't let my words ruin this kind of perfect imperfection, so I stay silent. I hold tighter, this is crazy, but you'll stay until I'm ready to let go. Your fingers slide though mine, our palms align, and we silently agree that our hands fit together like two hands should. I slow and slow and slow, until I have to admit that I just want it, I'm tire of being five steps ahead. But My feet get weary, they start to drag, I can't keep this pace. I'm getting cold, but I love the chase, the way you casually walk, as if this is nothing, but I know you're stalking me. You'll glow under the street lamps, I'll weave in and out of the shadows, but you won't give up, you promised not to when our eyes first meet. Your navy blue rain coat will make me sigh, that little bit of scruff will drive me mad, and don't even get me started on your dimples. There will be a penniless musician on the street corner, 'Good times for a change.' I'll look behind me, note that you're following, but you won't look at me, you're bending to put a twenty in the open case. When we meet it will be raining, I'll play coy even though I'm not so hot at it, I'll sip my coffee and bite my cheek, you'll smirk and I'll pretend to hate you, but I'm incredibly attracted to smirks. I want to trace your lips, I want your breath in my lungs I want all those parts of you that you never would give to anyone else.
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