Darlinghurst. You found me crying Under a Moreton Bay fig We made out under the fruit bats I smelled the humidity off the concrete
Then it rained hard and mean Soaking through our jeans You ran away down Oxford Street You weren't ready for a girl like me
There's a northerly coming through Straight down the Hume Into my room
Your grandad was a famous painter I visited you in his home But you'd taken too many painkillers You were dead to the world
There were paintings stacked up under your bed I touched you through the blanket Said goodbye to your old man Never saw you again
There's a northerly coming through…
I've gotta get on with my day The breeze is turning cool Did you know I moved down south To get over you? The weather down here is wild You never know what it's gonna doTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
