Here comes the olive branch man. He'll press it any way he can. He tries so hard to understand. . Here comes the tired statesman. Heavy lidded bearded nowhere left to land.
By the time the luminous descent of the bright star unfolds. And tablets of strange love are shattered and bruised. By the time the oleander has fallen from bloom.
In the city the heart still whispers. Flaking metal a silent witness. There's chemical fields and cathode clouds. The milky way is emasculated as exhaust fans.
I'm an innocent victim, I'm just like you. We end up in home units with a brick wall view. I can't believe the perfect families on my color TV. If I don't make it to the top it'll never bother me.
The Breakfast Creek hotel is up for sale,. The last square mile of terra firma gavelled in the mail,. So farewell to the Norfolk Island pines,. No amount of make believe can help this heart of mine..
Comfortable suburban home. Too afraid to go out on your own. Comfortable place on the couch. Nature's a stranger keep it out. . Haul away. . So you got coastline for fence.
These are not dispassionate words of the cool. The headline still rules the editor's a fool. Shall we douse out the flames or will everybody fuse. And leave us stranded here tomorrow.
Locked in the mall in a state of fright. Looking for salvation in a car headlight. But you can't have what you can't buy. . Tomorrow is better than yesterday,.
Cold cold change, we were so excited. But you came and went so soon. Cold cold change, we were not invited. We smiled all the while we were taken in. .
Brought up in a world of changes. Part time cleaner in a holiday flat. Stare out to sea at the ships at night. No anaesthesia, I'm gonna work on it day to day.
In my shoes, in my shoes. There is so much to remind me. As the stars come out above me, home. . Cool wind, clear my head. Bright sun grow my food. Strong rain clear my heart.
Capricornia don't walk away. Show me to the back of your hand. Capricornia don't leave me here. Dying in the back of your land.. . In the evening things all fall apart.
Here comes the angel of death. You may not remember her yet. Concrete all over her face. Child bride of the human race. . Until you see life in the forest.
In the desert in the dry. Before the breaking of the rain. The temperature in the shade. Had reached a hundred and ten again. . In the desert in the dry.
Hey, hey-hey hey. There'll be food on the table tonight. Hey, hey, hey hey. There'll be pay in your pocket tonight. . My gut is wrenched out it is crunched up and broken.
I've seen faces in the window. I've seen faces in the street. They walk and talk of nothing. I've known many restless summers. The sand dunes I imagine.
You, the mothers who sent your sons. Wipe away your tears. For those who fought and those who fell. Become our sons as well. . You the warriors with your words.
You the mothers who sent your sons. Wipe away your tears. For those who fought and those who fell. Become our sons as well. . You the warriors with your words.
Welcome stranger, listen in. The presumption of innocence was buried again. Carve up-sell off. Triumphalism gotta be a curse or even worse. It's inherited it's recurring.
The Southern Aurora was late again. As I waited at central to take you home. Winking spinning sparkling lights on our flat earth. You talk about the old groundling ways.