This country looks like one big car park
The winters are
Estuary girl you're not the one
You don't belong to the
I’m shaking and making and talking to the sky
I shiver
She sees the hungry cameras, she sees the magazines,
She sees
And this world is just atoms
Spinning slowly
Other people are shadows
Lost
There's cardboard filled windows
And boarded up doors
And families are scattered
She runs in the rain
It’s the capital connected with her
You are the dust and I am the rain
Lets go
Fall southern rain
Through my fingers
Through my veins
Fall southern rain
And wa
I threw out the photographs
Like yesterdays flowers
I tried to erase
This country looks like one big car park
The winters
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