and if your whole world
was now somebody else’s world
to walk these streets you’ve had to pay a price
if you were born with a broken heart
if every day was coloured by your skin
if history just never let you in
don’t tell me you’d have grown up comfortably
don’t tell me you’d understand the word ‘me’
and if your whole world
was now somebody else’s world
to walk these streets you’ve had to pay a price
if you were born with a broken heart
some day some day I’ll have my way
then I’ll know who I am
some day some day people won’t turn away
to satisfy the fear they feel inside
if you were born with a broken heart
he hit the ground running last Thursday
split lip bruised face feeling frail
and me I get just as scared as you
that there’s no one watching no one to pull him through
walking lightly on the edge
stumbling talking muttering
coming down with such a crash
after all our plans there’s always something else
lightning strikes twice anytime it likes
we don’t get no choice we don’t say when or why
and I remember that song so eerily sung
a sister one of two now all alone
so hold my hand and walk me down this road
last week on the plane I felt sore and cold
and I wondered how this life ends
wanna wrap us up myself you and him
wanna wrap us up myself you and him
thought about things thought about losses
thought about double crosses
long nights fitful sleep
waking in panic to a bad dream
yeah I think we really did it this time
finally broke this heart of mine
loved you blind
and fuck we tried
came a long way in a storm
I’d weather anything for you
pretty face as the sun sets
we’re not out of this yet
maybe one day this race will be run
and I’ll come right up to you
did it right went all the way
don’t need nothing left for no one
a lover’s quarrel is not for me
I wanna do it properly
let me die on the battlefield
wanna die on the battlefield
put my life into three boxes
went a’travelling
pictures
photos and things
It’s true that I love you
is it just because
you know me
better than most
I could leave this world babe
put it outside
like the rubbish in our kitchen
walk ‘till I’m tired
but when you love me
we don’t need no furniture
you keep my heart warm babe
face against your breast
From Paris to Debenham
I walk from town to town
with my songs and guitar
a foolish lonely clown
but I want you around
should I pack up my love
hide it from this world
but you know my secrets
you’ve seen me running wild
won’t you hold me a while
put my life into three boxes
went a’ travelling
I remember sweet days
Christmas by the beach when I first met you babe
but oh how things have changed
walking ‘round town won’t ever be the same
never seen eyes like yours
skin so cool it could keep me warm
living down the street from me
loving the lies of a lucky country
don’t go downtown
they’re not like those bullies from our school days
don’t go downtown
oh I’d never known love
you showed me how I couldn’t get enough
cruel things children say
when will we grow out of kids’ games
but I’m stupid simple and dumb
white and I’m scared and I’m giving up
don’t go downtown
they’re not like those bullies from our school days
don’t go downtown
something in their eyes and I’m so afraid
bodies broken battered and torn
blood spilt on the floor
ain’t no clever country I know
it’s sunburned stupid and shallow
I still dream of you
they’re more like nightmares if I tell the truth
you’re walking downtown
but I’m not with you I’m with the crowd
don’t go downtown
they’re not like those bullies from our school days
don’t go downtown
something in their eyes and I’m so afraid
lines drawn in the sand and I’m so ashamed
don’t go downtown
I know we all go away
I know things have to change
I know this beauty fades
someday
nothing ever makes no sense
don’t believe coincidence
don’t believe in being saved
talking to you at the bar
telling me about the stars
talking like you knew their ways
you showed me things
your broken wings
this heavy weight
dancing drunk to simple plan
you and your emo bands
you said I’d never understand
some things
oh this loss
it’s too much
all those plans we made
the last days of winter took you from me
the last days of winter left me chilled
I don’t ever want to feel this
I don’t ever know this
I didn’t ever wanna be this
I just want you here
the last days of winter
wake up in my comfortable house in Melbourne fix myself a drink
my head still hurts from the beer last night at that pub in high street
walk around watch the news what’s for breakfast cereal or toast
decide that I won’t go surfing down on bells beach
the wind’s blowing northeast
somewhere someone calls out your name to the sky
but there won’t be no rain
cause life’s not worth a damn or second chances
saturday in Singapore
if I got into trouble I know people who could help me they could pull me out
if I lost myself in heroin or gambling they’d just pull a little harder
but there was just you and your brother of course you did all you could
you tried your best we all know the rest
oh lord I’m in deep
somewhere someone calls out your name to the sky
but there won’t be no rain
cause life’s not worth a damn or second chances
saturday in Singapore
I was one of those who said what you reap is what you sow
I was one of those confusing life with words and rules
I’m coming home
I’m coming home
I’m coming home
wake up in my comfortable house in Melbourne fix myself a drink
Denmark to Sweden
six hours on a train
go travelling inside my head
thoughts of me and you again
my pockets filled with change that’s worth nothing
can’t even buy a beer
I’m trading in the wrong currency
but the city’s beautiful
Denmark to Sweden
sunset at midnight
so many of the most beautiful women
I’ve ever seen in my whole life
but my clothes are shabby
and it’s like I’ll never shave
these guys look like they’re made of money
and the city’s beautiful
I still know how to ruin all the good things
I still know how to turn my back completely
I still feel like I’ve learned nothing
I still feel like I’m sixteen & counting
Denmark to Sweden
some days I hardly say a word
when I do I speak so softly
barely floating hardly here
took the wrong way home
past the priests and their ministers
hip pocket nerves
convenient memories
the difference between
right and wrong sins
spinning bombs
salesmen
God in the city
God in the house
God in the talking
Gods running out
warning signs
on the road ahead
better listen
better heed them
I’ve seen the marks
watched tourists take pictures
tears on the march
ghosts and their willingness
stacked knives on the table
emotions disabled
the stories we use
the excused
lies in the desert
lies out at sea
lies and the devil
lies underpinned
on the other way home
talk of the wrong side of history
a world they won’t believe
the end of sympathy
wake up with a drip in my head
watch your feet I fear to tread
through my town it’s spinning around
something’s changed its pulling me down
cold wind is in my face
oh lord how I wish I could erase
this eclipse that has turned my world so dark
it’s a loss that has cut me straight to my heart
now I stand on the outside looking in
hate to live hate to lie don’t you let it begin
hide away on your own
stay at home leave the world along
something’s changed my life is thrown
lights they blur before my eyes
you fly through the trees you flew so high
to a life that I loved mourning moon up above
now it’s time to say goodbye
goodbye
I’m thrown
I believe in bravery
I believe in love
getting up early on a Sunday
to honor trumpets in the rain
why we walk is changing
flags where there were none before
we stood still as a warning
remembered families torn
don’t fly your flag for me friend
I’ll never ask you to
I don’t march in your step
you’re missing the point
I used to hold in my heart
the belief that we were sane
why countries over people
why can’t things change
and I know that they would scream out
if they saw these faces of today
young and old walking backwards
was it all in vain
was it all in vain
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