Please listen
Cold and barren is this land...

Nostalgia
I've been here so many years ago...

The time has come to say goodbye,
I'm sorry I have to leave today...

Today, my son, we hunt.
The flock over yonder will sate our hunger...

Baby, do you remember
that time I had broken your fall...

I ask you to bare witness to the things I have...
To the atrocities and foulness committed...

Here we stand, upon jet black sands:
the waves keep time with the fragile throbs...

Would time remember me
if I stood right by the horizon...

A train ride home from the city calls on many...
Sydney is a big place and too busy for dreams...

The leaves are falling and the clouds hold rain.
The graves are calling each other's names...

We sit here in silence
watching the crows fly high...

News falls nigh upon deafened ears
of a messenger sent by apparition...