Letter from Melbourne
Can't go to the lakeside
The market or the seaside
And I miss those things
The cops are on Bell Street
Checking licences and shires
Not bruised wedding rings
We're here in the morning
And here in the evening
Bouncing off each other all day
I hurt your feelings, I know
You try to not let it show
Because everybody's breaking, everybody's feeling alone
I wake on Monday
It feels like Wednesday
But it's Tuesday's rain
Tapping on the awning
Tickling the plum tree
Every day feels the same
In masks, we pass rainbows
That are fading in windows
Chalk drawings are washing away
Oh we all just want to play
Time stands still but still slips away
Because everybody's breaking, everybody's feeling low
I'm warm on the outside but cold on the inside
If anyone asks I can't say where I've been
There's clouds in the hallway
The children aren't sleeping
Their binaries weeping
As the walls listen in
It's been 4 months since dad died
No funeral but I cried
When we chose the words for his stone
I don't feel like talking
Cause the words do nothing for me
Thoughts crinkle like gum leaves
Under my slow feet
While I walk to quiet my head
Oh we're all feeling alone
We try to not let it show
Because everybody's breaking, everybody's feeling alone
Writer/s: Karl Smith, Pete Cohen
