Blow the candles out raise a glass to the night Let all the tension out you've been wound up so tight It's a tender trap to plan ahead all the time If
It's comin' round again The slowly creepin' hand Of time and it's command Soon enough it comes And settles in it's place It's shadow in my face Puts pressure
This will be an uncertain time for us, my love I can hear the echo of your voice in my head Singing, my love I can see your face there in my hands, my
What are you looking for this time around? Might need something to bring you to ground Everything turning me inside and out What are you looking for this
Come and rescue me in the water deep Careful now don't lose your aim The road ahead is clear again I haven't found it yet You drift away so slow in the
If we never make it back to how far we've come along this way We search around for solid ground that will help to carry us away If the memories I left
Welcome to the new suburban fables Dressed up like a tomb inside a cradle If you're paying peanuts, you get monkeys You better save that silly money for
For every story gone untold There's a secret that dissolves So many pieces still unsolved You're not quite who you think you are Can see the symptoms
Tonight my heart, well, it broke like glass I made a mistake that I'll never surpass I'm floating in space unattached to the world I cast off the memory
I could not face, I could not face you Lost my place, couldn?t I fade away Feelings hide Feelings die Cannot wait to trade my place again You save face
(Powderfinger/Fanning) you've been working all you life all weekends and overtime while your trying to unwind you can't relate to the leisured life another
(Powderfinger/Fanning) At quarter to nine my plus one decides to maker her arrival i'll say what i like at the end of the night for social survival i'
Honesty is out of style So hammer in the coffin nails A message sent across to land With kisses for you We?ll tell them nothing Our little secret They
I creep around slowly and receive from the TV Signals about my life I've no dedication to my medication I'm otherwise occupied An ambitious plan to bring
A gentle winter haze creeps in at three forty-four The Hindley Street parade shuffles to my door The hotel decor shades are always poorly sewn Twenty-
He's at you again, Ray Testing out your head space No matter what you do The money still loves you You have fallen down the stairs again You might have
I see your shadow on the street now I hear you push through the rusty gate Click of your heels on the concrete Waiting for a knock coming way too late
You go, I feel like dropping bombs Between your eyes but not today Too slow, I feel like sinking arrows In your mind, you're all the same You don't have