Southern Cloud

I'm a swallowed colony A jetliner vanishing But there is no mystery at all, oh I ride this sine wave See steel in the saplings The years keep passing And all the while I'm free To reject the misery The rotting family tree outside In the changing light Leave the ground On this Southern Cloud I'm never coming down When the panic's gone What will remain I'll never feel the same The voice inside are Wrong every time Wrong every time Doom was predicted Cyclonic conditions His wife had visions that night, oh From the Mascot Aerodrome Over a sea of cortisol There was no radio Just the taste of driving rain No suffering just pain The full moon starts to wane again Now I left the ground On this Southern Cloud I'm never coming down When the panic's gone What will remain? I'll never be the same If you tell yourself You're still a shit You'll start believing it And the voice inside It's wrong every time Wrong every time (Wrong every time) (Wrong every time) (Wrong every time)