Conversions Lyrics - Cold Chisel

Kneeling at the hotel reception 

Violin a-sobbing on his knee 

Twenty bright rozellas on his shoulder 

Coin from a wealthy Ceylonese 

Hungry people hangin' on the corner 

Other people cruisin' by in cars 

Feeding on the fiction and the porno 

Staring at the tattoos and the scars 

Conversations, Conversations 

Icy nights and almighty patience 

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Well some of us are driven to ambition 

Some of us are trapped behind the wheel 

Some of us will break away, and build a marble yesterday 

And live for every moment we can steal 

Conversations, Conversations 

Shouting out across an empty station 

Photos 

Now it's just another Tuesday morning 

Billy's wrapped up tight against the chill 

The busker packs his birds beneath the awning 

Billy's got his eyes upon the till 

He could get a ticket out of here from a local easy lawyer 

The busker's halfway home, Billy's lounging round the foyer 

Love so easily dies when there's nothing left to conquer 

One small break is all he needs, and life ain't getting longer 

Conversations, Conversations 

Breakfast show to a sleepy nation