Tram wires, cross Melbourne skies
Cut my red heart in two
My knuckles bleed, down Johnson street
On a door that shouldn't be in, front of me
Twelve thousand miles away from your smile
I'm twelve thousand miles away from me
Standing on the corner, of Brunswick
Got the rain coming down and mascara on my cheek
Oh, whisper me words, in the shape of a bay
Shelter my love from the wind and the rain
Crow fly, be my alibi
And return this fable on your wing
Take it far away, to where gypsies play
Beneath metal stars by the bridge
Oh, write me a beacon, so I know the way
Guide my love through night and through day
Only the sunset knows, my blind desire for the fleeting
Only the moon understands, the beauty of love
When held by a hand, like the aura of nostalgia
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