I wake with your hand on my shoulder
Its colder outside where they don't know we're naked
All of your friends leave messages
That suggest we should not be doing what we're doing
But we do not care and where there is air we'll be breathing
Believe me, where there's warmth we'll share...
Oh and why are you not in Melbourne
Its colder here you know
And the stars are obscured by the sky
And why are you not Melbourne
There's art in the streets
And your feet should come darken my door
Oh and why
Are you
Not in Melbourne?
Under the house of someone I once slept with
We wept on the inside, the outside kept talking
Cos we knew we'd fit together like continents
In the eyes of children who have just learned geography
And you had a lover
And I had a ticket
We wickedly took off with the few hours left to us
And still you're not here in Melbourne
Its colder here you see
And the stars aren't as bright as you'd like
And still you're not here in Melbourne
There's art on the streets
Put your feet somewhere close to my floor
And why are you still not in Melbourne?
I caught you peeking
When you thought I'd be sleeping
We caught not a wink
For the heat we were breathing
No there was no rest
But at least we weren't arrested
For teaching the children of the birds and bees
(And the bees and bees)
But I wish you had turned when I had turned back
I'd turn back the clocks if I thought we could stay still long enough
So maybe its good
You're not here in Melbourne
Its colder here you see
And the stars are obscure in the sky
But still, there's a place for you in Melbourne
And my heart's on my sleeve
Wish your feet were somewhere close to my floor
You.
You and me.
I mean we.
Could both be
Here in Melbourne
Here in Melbourne
Here in Melbourne