Everybody in that lobby
heard the cries of joy coming...
Sometimes it feels like my soul is a record...
Not some fancy state-of-the-art machinery...
Forecasts were raining over me,
but I was already wet...
"The moon is a nice rock", you say,
as I chuckle at the most unromantic...
There's earthquakes between my
eyes and I can't even knock...
I used to call Australia my tangerine dream:
an island I wanted to peel apart...
There was a time when the sky was blue,
the air was clear and the dams were full...
Amorous air-drawn angels...
I want to be worth more than your money.
Stop looking...
I was really burning for your caressing hands
until I learned you were just a semblance I was...
You've been quiet lately,
and I always know why...
We are somewhere
between the days before...