Telegram lines in meadows of junk

Jewels stay late to shake and I'll be sunk

Small eyed sellers with conquering ties

And I know those sins carry dangerous crimes

Yes we're sitting down the back with a head full of haze

Coming to terms with our yesterdays

Last night I found love in my fingertips

Imagined I was swimming between your peninsular lips

standing on the snaking road

Mistaken, forsaken, and totally blowed

Yes we're sitting down the back with a bone in my hand

Pull down the blind on the sunburnt land

Once we stopped in the dead of night

I must have walked in on a hell of a fight

I never even saw who was throwing the punch

I never even asked who was paying for lunch

It reminds me of the time I've told you about

Every voice in the world seemed to shout

I sank to my knees hands over my ears

I could have heard what nobody hears

But I blew out the match with a weary breath

Checked my stash, there was nothing left

Stuck my face into the night

Tasted the rain that came with the light

Sitting in the back with a sneaking suspicion

Happy with my lazy ambition