Tell Me The Truth

I believe we're crossing the great ravine Still yearning half way a stranger I believe in our multiplicty Still part-blind no reason for anger I believe we pull up our roots and retreat A new crop of aerials in Dacca and Canberra Why don't you tell me the truth about you Vaseline, you smeared it across every scene Anchor-man drowns in a sea of sensation Tyranny, crushing the young bird's seed Hallowe'en's mate, short fuse of the banker We're all spores but we're never eunuchs Love's on the loose deflect the short tunic And the cameras ruse There's no judgement in ignorance I say Some people tell me stories, wasting all my time Some trying not receiving someone else's lies It's my time, yes it's my time (Moginie/Garrett) --- Tell Me the Truth - Midnight Oil