Sunset Studies

You are the queen of a dust bowl
Ex to a crier in a town of ashes
This is what happens when a great love crashes
Tonight you let me see you
For the first time, in a long time
For the first time, in a time
Without the fear of going blind
Without the fear of going blind...
In a den of quitters in a hall of hosts
Between worn out waltzes and wedding toasts
I heard a man confess that what he struggles with most
Is the freedom for so long
Without a strong enough voice to tell him what's wrong
Without a will, without a prayer, without a passionate song to sing...
Our favourite sons, our polished metal guns
Plagues, mermaids, setting suns
Our favourite sons, our polished metal guns
Plagues, mermaids, setting suns

Well all by and by and all through and through
This is the only thing that comes back to you
How you banged her on a cannon in a World War Two park in Gundagai
O come on guy, O come on, you were born red-eyed and screaming
You mother was beaming, she trembled
And dabbed your eyes with mercury and rained on you the blessings three
You were a babe of Spring now what's it going to be
Sunshine

Our favourite songs, our polished metal guns
Plagues, mermaids, setting suns
Our favourite sons, our polished metal guns
Plagues, mermaids, setting suns

Upon all brave new breeds of old disease
On rotten roots of family trees
On sold out universities
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