Lyrics: I don't know if you love me, Or the cologne that you bought me, And frankly I don't care. I just want to rush on home, And bury my head in the back of your hair. We listen to the neighbours fight, They say love is a four letter lie, We say we won't be like them, But they were happy just the other night. I'm scared of your love, You're afraid of mine, We're frightened it'll all go to shit, And we're terrified it'll be fine. You came home, roughed and scruffed, God you're gorgeous when you're trying to look tough. Pretty wounds and another bit of bad luck, Got to learn to pick yourself right up. You storm like neurons in a teacup, You're having one of your bad turns again, And I know you love every little fuck up, But you gotta keep the plates on spinning. I'm scared of your love, You're afraid of mine, We're frightened it'll all go to shit, And we're terrified it'll be fine. You were singing in the next room over, Born To Run, or something close, I fall in love all over again, Every time I hear that you're home. I was a psychopath before I met you, I don't want to sleep alone again. I was a psychopath before I met you, And I don't want to sleep alone. I was a psychopath before I met you, And I don't want to sleep alone again. I was a psychopath before I met you, And I wanna keep your plates on spinning. I'm a psychopath. I don't want to sleep alone. I'm a psychopath. I want to keep your plates on spinning

Lyrics: We've lavender lying in a little patch of grass you call a garden, It's the only flower you care for these days anyway, And I'm slowly losing my marbles, banging broken round my brain. The rain is dancing down the drain, I think we'll stay inside today. All I ever want to be is the name you mutter in the dark, When you're half asleep. All I ever want to be is the name you mutter in the dark, When you're half asleep. You were painting pictures in the future of your forehead, Clicking your fingers and locking me out again, I wish you'd break some plates, Or regret everything you've ever said to me. Instead you're sitting with the light down, With your head buried in the couch. All I ever want to be is the name you mutter in the dark, When you're half asleep. All I ever want to be is the name you mutter in the dark, When you're half asleep. You were standing in the rain, With your umbrella and your stubborn luck, You asked “Are we grown ups now? Is that how we woke up? Are we living in the upside down? Is that why everything feels fucked?” Come inside and let me darling, And let me be whatever warms your hands at the bottom of your cup. Would you love me if I tousled my hair in just the right way? Would you love me if I cam home at the right time yesterday? Would you love me if I didn't live a thousand miles away? Would you love me if I wasn’t a clumsy fucker with a weird brain? All I ever want to be is the name you mutter in the dark, When you're half asleep.

Lyrics: My father’s faith was an old ship's kicker, And I saw it unravel and break like twine. We tried to melt the ends together, Sometimes you need a bigger fire. Sometimes you need a bigger fire, Sometimes you need a bigger knife, Sometimes you need a bigger fire, Sometimes you need a better lie. So I stood at the top of every shivering height, Waving my cursewords and swords at the sky, Nobody heard and if they did they didn’t mind, Now my stars shine like dirty city lights. If we meet Gabriel, we’ll set the channels alight, If we meet Azriel, we’ll pray for help in the night, If we meet the authority, slip me my knife, And then we’ll see if everyone dies. Sometimes you need a bigger fire, Sometimes you need a bigger knife, Sometimes you need a bigger fire, Sometimes you need a better lie. I wish, I wish it was true, That someone came when you prayed and called, That this big old world didn’t feel so small, AThat they went anywhere anywhere at all. But if it’s true then it’s all his fault, I won’t have anyone do that to the one I love, So I’m breaking the wings on all my doves, And I’m praying, I’m praying for blood. Sometimes you need a bigger fire, Sometimes you need a bigger knife, Sometimes you need a bigger fire, Sometimes you need a better lie. I remember the night of her stroke, Dad listening to Leonard Cohen on repeat, He smiled as if someone made a bad joke, And said “My god, my god, my god’s a cruel one indeed.”

Lyrics: It’s Sunday morning, And you left me this morning, To go buy a new second hand coat. It’s a Melbourne winter, Sunny but bitter, And no one agrees on the vote. I better get up, Did you leave the heat on? The city’s coming down with a cold. The dogs are singing, Like they sing every morning, Singing old Buddy Holly tunes. I dreamt we didn’t sleep a wink, Dreamt we were on the brink, I woke up broken, battered and bruised. I’ve never been happier, Though things could be better, I’m living on ibuprofen and the Blues. Mind yourself if you’re going outside, Tell Jane I say hello, tell Jane I say goodbye, You're always late for Alice but that's no reason to cry, Just come home to me tonight. The more I learn, The more I think we’re gonna burn, But that’s something you already heard. And if the dogs, Are the worst that worry us, We might survive this worried world. And if it all goes to hell, We lose our jobs and our health, Will you die with me outside on the curb? Mind yourself if you’re going outside, Tell Jane I say hello, tell Jane I say goodbye, You're always late for Alice but that's no reason to cry, Just come home to me alright. I knew the house was empty, So I stood at the window, And thought about the burning of Rome. If summer never shows up, And the city splits it's seams, And the dogs tear at everyone’s throats, Will you die beside me, Back by the evening, Wearing your new second hand coat? Wearing your new second hand coat? Wearing your new second hand coat? Mind yourself if you’re going outside, Tell Jane I say hello, tell Jane I say goodbye, You're always late for Alice but that's no reason to cry Just come home to me tonight.

Lyrics: I’m a little lost I need a lift, What am I saying I’m barely a kid, She got a car and I got no CDs, I’m practicing all of my passenger wit. We tried to drive to Graceland, We tried to drive to God, The roads are rivers now, And the storms been singing country songs. She’s got an ignition and a new set of keys, I’m collapsed in the passenger seat, The traffic lights change on my sleeve, We’d never make it home if it was up to me. (It's not up to me.) Franks been acting kind of strange, Ever since the lights went off, We’ve been driving for days and days, Are we getting lost or going soft? She sits on an old tin bonnet, Staring at the roof of the stars, I sleep collapsed in the back, I’ve named every star I’ve found after her. She’s got an ignition and a new set of keys, I’m collapsed in the passenger seat, The traffic lights change on my sleeve, We’d never make it home if it was up to me. (It's not up to me.) She’s got an ignition and a new set of keys, I’m collapsed in the passenger seat, The traffic lights change on my sleeve, We’d never make it home if it was up to me. (It's not up to me.)

Lyrics: On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew, That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue; I saw the danger and I passed along the enchanted way, I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day. On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge, Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion's pledge, The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay, Oh I loved too much and such by such is happiness thrown away. I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret signs, That are known to the artists who have known true gods of sound and stone, With words of tint and without stint I gave her poems to say. With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May. On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now, Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow, That I have loved not as I should a creature made of clay, When the angel woos the clay he'd lose his wings at the dawn of day.