Nostalgia

Tram wires, cross Melbourne skies Cut my red heart in two My knuckles bleed, down Johnson street On a door that shouldn't be in, front of me Twelve thousand miles away from your smile I'm twelve thousand miles away from me Standing on the corner, of Brunswick Got the rain coming down and mascara on my cheek Oh, whisper me words, in the shape of a bay Shelter my love from the wind and the rain Crow fly, be my alibi And return this fable on your wing Take it far away, to where gypsies play Beneath metal stars by the bridge Oh, write me a beacon, so I know the way Guide my love through night and through day Only the sunset knows, my blind desire for the fleeting Only the moon understands, the beauty of love When held by a hand, like the aura of nostalgia