Flogging Molly - Wanderlust

Do you still walk the streets at night?
With the wandlust you fight
Back to the corner where we went our
seperate ways

Well I'd love to photograph your hand
Then shake it for a while
Cause you learn so much about someone
A brother or a swine

The veins that plough beneath your path
With so many tales to tell
A picture out of focus
In a frame where no one cares

Calm the ocean breeze
Quiet the raging sea
This stormy ship we sail
Is a bottle filled with rage