It's been a long, long fall with nothing to intervene. When gravity does its thing we start wondering what it's for. Stuck in a cold, dark basement you're surely expecting more.
Lay my body down on Mercy Street. Or deep beneath the darkest seas. Lay my body six feet under down in Old Noarlunga. Right beneath the ghost gum trees.
I bought a product they should not have sold.. I called the help line,. they put me on hold. I've been waiting for an hour. Now my phone's losing power.
We have raised our hopes and our cities high. We have followed fragile dreams. But only one could take the measure of our goals. . And we've stumbled over the trials of life.