by Neil Finn

Beside me now are strangers to my eyes
They might be getting crazy might be wise
we’re stranded either way
in such a lonely place
i’m looking out for you among the flies
that wait in line
for days on end

i try to reach the top most every day
in hope i turn my face upto the sky
the cover hangs so low
is see no sign of life
nothing springs to mind
among the flies that wait in line for days on end
and nights so cold it’s always so intense

and here we are
there’s a smile between us and its going on

you and me have always gotten through
anyone can tell you that it’s true
you feel it every time you drive away from home
the headlights hypnotise
and they take you off towards the sea
into the night you run away
with thoughts you cannot hide

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