Heliopolis - Steve Kilbey

Weaving dissolving patterns

Forming our uncertain terms

Passing into history

Going to the worms

I’ll wait for you forever

In my house all white with dust

Falling into lonely hours

Let the engines rust

Heliopolis

And who could tell the difference

When the space is slim

A violation of the soul

Is it me or him

The earth belongs to everyone

Who ever loved or felt

Their touch belongs to everyone

Who’s ever been to hell

Heliopolis