Sister's Jeans

Stand on the morning, head like a weather vane You stuck to your shirt, you clung to your lemonade Dirt in the wind, the bugs were singing out of tune You hear the thump beating down low When your heart aches and your morning breaks By the TV on your own And your hollow hand on a cold can You're rising like a stone I heard the warning, I saw you falling Down along Sydney Road Be alright, put your weight On the second hand Back in the headlights Windows were screening one by one A moving image of your reflection You hardly look sharp, your guts are in a knot And all your new friends are frayed at the ends When your heart aches and your morning breaks By the TV on your own And your hollow hand on a cold can You're rising like a stone I heard the warning, I saw you falling Down along Sydney Road Be alright, put your weight On the second hand I heard the warning I saw you falling --- Sister's Jeans - Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever