Men
Huddling and shouting in the dark
Crying out for courage, for a spark
Illuminate the glass
Reflects the band of brothers as we are
As we are


Who do we have to eat?
Who do we have to kill?
To get our foot in the doorway
of the house at the top of the hill?


High
On the fumes of petrichor
Why
It feels like Mercury on the western shore
I died, I swear
When the ABC said we're going to war
I really believed we wouldn't fight no more, I

Who do we have to eat?
Who do we have to kill?
To get our foot in the doorway of the house
at the top of the hill?

Caught some sleep on Swanston Street
Finished the Ferrero Rochers
And their bronze wings
Shivered in the wind and
Ash fluttered down to sleep in your hair
I found love as the paper curled
And hope
Sinks like a pearl
It's a light
Plumbing the dark
At the edge
Of the world
On our own