Every morning, I take a shower at
11 AM, and every morning, it's there...
my love,
when y/our world seems barren...
You’ve spent all your life being moved out of...
Pushed aside to let the real stars take charge...
Let me tell you
about the struggle...
Everybody in that lobby
heard the cries of joy coming...
Sometimes it feels like my soul is a record...
Not some fancy state-of-the-art machinery...
Forecasts were raining over me,
but I was already wet...
"The moon is a nice rock", you say,
as I chuckle at the most unromantic...
There's earthquakes between my
eyes and I can't even knock...
I used to call Australia my tangerine dream:
an island I wanted to peel apart...
There was a time when the sky was blue,
the air was clear and the dams were full...
Amorous air-drawn angels...