Tattered tokens tipped to telegraph polesRagged, broken, bathed in halogen glowFallen heroes on the cable wallMy mother's father drove the cranes those boats were built onThis is my city, tied to the rigging of the pastHeads are still spinning, some wanna let go, others hold fastConstant reminder, every street lamp is a mustSo why don't we all just sail away, Belfast?Built a graveyard overSail away,over timeShut the rudder, diamond pots barred downSong and laughter fill the nights but notOnly ghosts of notes spill light across the waterThis is my city, tied to the rigging of the pastMy mother's father drove the cranes those boats were built onHeads are still spinning, some wanna let go, others hold fastConstant reminder, every street lamp is a mustWhy don't we all just sail away, Belfast?Come all ye sinnersGive it upYour free nightStop giving upAnd breathe outChildren born after the violenceChildren born after the violenceChildren born after the violenceUpon the shoulders of the giantsWhere the lagging leaves the islandWe'll grow in homes with colored bonesAnd we all know they'll listenHome of playwrights, poets, painters, kingsBeautiful, forgotten, buriedThings in the entries doneThe echoes ringTomorrow who could knowWhat words they'll rememberThis is my cityThis is my cityThis is my cityThis is myBelfast