It's 2am in Town Hall Station. Black walls and sleeping drunks. Are bad companions. Ice is there. Fear is there. Everyone is nowhere there's too much of nothing.
By the time the luminous descent of the bright star unfolds. And tablets of strange love are shattered and bruised. By the time the oleander has fallen from bloom.
I'm an innocent victim, I'm just like you. We end up in home units with a brick wall view. I can't believe the perfect families on my color TV. If I don't make it to the top it'll never bother me.
The Breakfast Creek hotel is up for sale,. The last square mile of terra firma gavelled in the mail,. So farewell to the Norfolk Island pines,. No amount of make believe can help this heart of mine..
I'm an innocent victim, I'm just like you. We end up in home units with a brick wall view. I can't believe the perfect families on my colour TV. If I don't make it to the top it'll never bother me.