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Song Details
Artist(s)
  • Steve Kilbey
  • Album(s)
  • Snow Job (buy)
  • Please let me in, I wasn't introduced
    I really want to be your friend
    I'd like to know, I wasn't introduced
    I really want to make amends
    There's a place that I know, it's so hard to find
    I'd like to take you there, if you've got the mind
    'Cause I never dreamed at all I'd know someone like you
    The temple of your secret hell is the heaven I've been through
    We'd like to know, it's kind of confidential
    But where on earth did you go
    We're just your friends and that's coincidental
    But do you really like the end
    I wish I was so strong, I wish I was so good
    I'd show you all those things I know I never could
    We just go round and round, the circle has decreased
    You're starving for some lovely love the vultures scarf the feast
    Beware of freaks, they really mess your mind
    You're 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
    You're greedy with your time, who can lay the blame


    If I was as young as you I guess I'd 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 it's ugly out there now, the wind is whispering things
    You haven't 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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