Upwey, Tecoma, Belgrave - Ceres

Now I can see it all in almost everything

It’s kind of like you leave it there for me but I know you don’t

Or at least I don’t think you do

It’s a funny kind of ache

This is all you, and I am just a bruise on your knee

This is all you, and I am just a bruise fading

The skin on my fingers don’t stay very long

I rip it off with my teeth

The skin on your fingers don’t stay very long

Rip it off with your teeth and roll it with your tongue

«This is where the fire spread»

From your hands, from east to west

And I knew I was yours then

We walked off that burnt, black hill

And we came down from all the trees

I told you things I’d never tell

You told me «Tom, it’s time to leave»