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
