I thought we'd escape. I packed a fishin' line and counted on it. I thought we'd escape. I packed a fishin' line and counted on it. . But dreamin' is for moon rise.
I swear at you for leaving. Like I cursed at you when you stayed. And I'll run you out. Pass you round. Scrape you about. Fade you out. Running good rings around you.
They married, a dandy and a back alley tough. On the foreshore while kids in the needling rough. Stayed low, in and laid till they'd had enough. Of the somersaulting hot roll of revolting September.