Tasmania

Tasmania Your winter is not bleak You pour light into the gaps Another city leaps While we sleep Tasmania You don't turn the other cheek You spiral in the mid-morning sun And dance your way through the harbour So leave me here With the cold reaching into my pockets Leave me here With Mount Wellington keeping score Leave me here With the Bass Strait breathing between us Leave me here Beneath the quiet insulation of the stars Tasmania Your winter is not bleak You pour light into the gaps Another city leaps While we sleep Tasmania You don't turn the other cheek You spiral in the mid-morning sun And dance your way through the harbour So leave me here With the cold reaching into my pockets Leave me here With Mount Wellington keeping score Leave me here With the Bass Strait breathing between us Leave me here Beneath the quiet insulation of the stars Tasmania, Tasmania