Perretts Brook got sup I'll see you two months from now And I hope it tastes the same I've come from where you came And I've herd your songs of pain And I feel the same sometimes Perretts Brook got sup I can you see your tyre marks And road signs glow in the dark You feel it closing in The dashboard is shinning All fairy lit and tragic Perretts Brook got sup Headlights melt the frost Beating down on the ground Night she blankets in Covering as you tread Way out into you spirit