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Steve Kilbey

Genres: Rock

Haze Lyrics - Steve Kilbey

Please let me in, I wasnt introduced 

I really want to be your friend 

Id like to know, I wasnt introduced 

I really want to make amends 

 

Theres a place that I know, its so hard to find 

Id like to take you there, if youve got the mind 

Cause I never dreamed at all Id know someone like you 

The temple of your secret hell is the heaven Ive been through 

 

Wed like to know, its kind of confidential 

But where on earth did you go 

Were just your friends and thats coincidental 

But do you really like the end 

 

I wish I was so strong, I wish I was so good 

Id show you all those things I know I never could 

We just go round and round, the circle has decreased 

Youre starving for some lovely love the vultures scarf the feast 

 

Beware of freaks, they really mess your mind 

Youre looking fabulous this time 

They shook you up, you rattled and you rolled 

Another generation crime 

 

A man without a heart, is a ship without a rudder 

You run into the rocks, feel our timber shudder 

Youre greedy with your time, who can lay the blame 

 

If I was as young as you I guess Id be the same 

You played the game, you lived on consequences 

Without a dollar to your name 

Up on the hill your busy man advances 

Are you so scared to stand still 

 

Take a look around, see the stranglehold 

The winters are so warm, the summers are so cold 

And its ugly out there now, the wind is whispering things 

You havent heard the last of this the rumors have grown wings 

 

Coming back to me 

Coming back to me 

Coming back to me through a haze of memory 

 

Foxes in the sky, the dunes dark and deep 

Jury swinging on the vines, while I make a scene 

Days and days of rain, mushrooms by the ton 

Waiting for our clothes to dry, Mr. Watson cleans his gun 

 

Walking round the fences, a sister left behind 

A visit by a country doctor, two years from going blind 

Sundays at the big house, cream and Sheffield steel 

Still the talk of Singapore, and how it feels real 

It crawls across the grassland, a wall of shining heat 

Coming on back to me through rocky seat 

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