Didn’t expect much to happen on a grim Belfast night
I glanced sparingly around, at the faces revelling in the half light
I had no cause to push, or a reason to be shy
Though tenderness had long eluded me, I had never stopped to ponder why

Love, I forsook, in favour of stability
Her, I mistook, as a cure for my fragility
Was it the right thing to do? The right thing to say?
I’d started with nothing, no desire to betray

As last orders were called, cornered by a seductive smile
Enchanted and enraptured, I was persuaded to stay awhile
Her motives I could not ascertain, I didn’t dwell on it too much
There surely could be no harm, in briefly savouring her sweet touch

Love, I’d reject, it’d never been for me
She, I suspect, would completely agree
Felt like the right thing to do, the right thing to say
I’d started with nothing, now would I betray?

Take me back to Belfast City, gonna find that girl so pretty
Take me back to Belfast City, gonna find that girl so pretty

Just a year later and nothing had really changed
Still emotionally detached, I felt even more estranged
The face before me was different, my feelings more genuine
Past the point of no return, the next journey about to begin

Love, I had found, after all of my previous doubts
To her I was bound, but I soon sought a way out
The wrong time for me, the wrong time for her
Too much to comprehend, too much to me deter

Take me back to Belfast City, gonna find that girl so pretty
Take me back to Belfast City, if I don’t find her it’ll be a pity
Take me back to Belfast City, gonna find that girl so pretty
Take me back to Belfast City, if I don’t find her it’ll be a pity