25 Wexford St. - Chase Rice

Was I just dreaming?

Were my eyes playing tricks on me?

Was I really seeing?

Such a belle at 25 Wexford Street

I ain’t gonna lie, don’t recall her name

But the Dublin lights saw everything

Now the legend lives all across that town

An American boy and an Irish gal

That night, all night

We were dancing straight to sheets

Yeah, she was mine, all mine

Lost in the beauty of the beat

Let the sound of the pound bump in our chests

'Til the sunrise laid our lust to rest

She left and the only thing left of her

Is one night, and my, what a beautiful blur

Black hair, blue eyes, tattoos dark as night

And her necklace just said «dreamer» on a key

I ain’t gonna lie, I recall her curse

And the jet black ink of a Bible verse

The things we did, never thought I would

But the 23rd psalm never looked so good

That night, all night

We were dancing straight to sheets

Yeah, she was mine, all mine

Lost in the beauty of the beat

Let the sound of the pound bump in our chests

'Til the sunrise laid our lust to rest

She left and the only thing left of her

Is one night, and my, what a beautiful blur

Kinda fitting her necklace said «dreams»

That’s the only time I see her

Yeah, that night, all night

We were dancing straight to sheets

Yeah, she was mine, all mine

Lost in the beauty of the beat

Yeah, that night, all night

We were dancing straight to sheets

Yeah, she was mine, all mine

Lost in the beauty of the beat

Let the sound of the pound bump in our chests

'Til the sunrise laid our lust to rest

She left and the only thing left of her

Is one night, and my, what a beautiful blur

What a beautiful blur

What a beautiful blur