Lavender Bay

 

You led me into Sydney rain

with nothing but your name

High on hills where moments fleet

the harbour at your feet

The stairways down are twisted

It's all so overgrown

 

It's as though no one comes down here

the pavements also,

all so alone

The jacarandas rich this time of year

the ferns are growing

down beneath those terraces

you said you dreamt of owning

But it's more than shades of purple

amongst this great unknown

 

Take a hold, of all of the things that make you whole

Don't let go, all of the things that make you so

 

Up the railway yard to where the faces stuck in stone

A lonely walk to the mansions where the roses, all in rows

No one ever stops down here, cartoons the watchful eye

Counting every footstep in Wendy's evening light

 

Take a hold, all of the things that make you whole

Don't let go, all of the things that make you so

 

Does the lavender and bark chips still smell the same

Do the angels trumpets still call your name

Is that towers window still the perfect frame

Do the angels trumpets still call his name

 

Take a hold, all of the things that make you whole

Don't let go, all of the things that make you so