Adelaide - Matthew Byrne

I need to know what's on your mind These coffee cups are getting cold Mind the people passing by They don't know I'll be leaving soon I'll fly away tomorrow To far away I'll admit a cliché Things won't be the same without you I'll be looking out my window seeing Adelaide sky Would you be kind enough to remember? And I'll be hearing my own foot steps under Adelaide sky Would you be kind enough to remember me? I'll let you know what's on my mind I wish they've made you portable Then I'll carry you around and round I bet you'll look good on me I'll fly away tomorrow It's been fun I'll repeat the cliché Things won't be the same without you I'll be looking out my window seeing Adelaide sky Would you be kind enough to remember? And I'll be hearing my own foot steps under Adelaide sky Would you be kind enough to remember me? I've been meaning to call you soon But we're in different times You might not be home now Would you take a message? I'll try to stay awake And fight your presence in my head And I'll be looking out of window seeing Adelaide sky Would you be kind enough to remember? And I'll be hearing my own foot steps under Adelaide sky Would you be kind enough to remember? And I'll be looking out my window seeing Adelaide sky Would you be kind enough to remember? And I'll be hearing my own foot steps under Adelaide sky Would you be kind enough to remember me?

Pen and paper You're drawing me in Tell me you're sorry You already did Remember that song you played for me You forget so easily Fading back into the corners of my mind I, start to wonder Why Heavy rain, coffee stain Say we need to rearrange Black shoes short fuse I don't want to look at you Quiet as a crashing wave Hiding there in your favourite place You can't escape, no I, start to wonder Why I, can't help but wonder Why Those words are written on the walls inside my head I'm connecting what you said with what you meant You tell me I don't know myself I, start to wonder Why I, can't help but wonder Why

The bullet went into him His skin did part in two Skin that women had touched The bullet passed on through The bullet went into him It went its merry way Like an old grey dog On a fox's trail The bullet went into him His stomach filled with food Many fine meals he tasted there But the bullet passed on through The bullet went into him It went its merry way Like an old grey dog On a fox's trail The bullet went into him Through his heart with thoughts of you Where your kisses he inhaled The lies and the truth The bullet went into him Traveled up into his head Through thoughts of love and hate The living and the dead The bullet went into him It went its merry way Like an old grey dog On a fox's trail

Here is a region of abundant details Here is a region that is seldom used And here is a region that continues living Even when the other sections are removed Put your hand out of your pocket Wipe the sweat off of your brow Now it feels like a bad connection No more information now As it passes through your neurons Like a whisper in the dark Raise your eyes to one who loves you It is safe right where you are Here is an area of great confusion Here is a section that's extremely precise And here is an area that needs attention Here is the connection to the opposite side Here, too many sounds for your brain to comprehend Here the sound gets organised into things that make some sense Here there is something we call elucidation Is it the truth or merely a description? Here Here Here Here

There are no angels left in America anymore They left after the Second World War heading west Stopping briefly in Japan during the 60's Then in Tianamen Square during the last decade They kept heading west to who knows where What are they after? What are they looking for? A messiah who never comes? A virgin birth? A perfect drug? A sign, any kind of sign? Anything that looks slightly out of the ordinary Flying over fields and factories Momma's going off her head Daddy's bringing home the bacon Open up the pearly gates Fruit of salty lubrication Tangled up in arms and legs I can barely touch the bottom Now I'm working up a sweat! I'm ready now I'm ready now I can barely touch my own self How could I touch someone else? I am just an advertisement For a version of myself Like molecules in constant motion Like a million nervous tics I am quivering in anticipation Like the sunlight on their wings I'm ready now (don't look back) I'm ready now (I'm ready for this) I'm ready now The sensuous world - the smell of the sea The sweat off their wings - the fruit from the trees The angel inside - who will meet me tonight On wings of desire - I come back alive I'm ready I'm ready (I put the dogs outside) I'm ready I'm ready (to take that ride) I'm ready now I'm ready now (to take that wine) I'm ready now but where are you?