Puddles & Mud
As Sydney's winter comes us
stare out my window and watch the rain
as dances on the ceiling
it reminds me all the time when
we sit outside see you could
set very long goal was it me I was you

so I sleep on my yellow gloss shoes
head through pubs?? and mart
with the merry of the goal??
and the watch doesn't run
one two three four
little bridge's dressed in far round

my father talks too long
about the good days and the weather
when we meant to be together
like the pitch face??burns that way

had when we were on the fight

so I sleep on my yellow gloss shoes
head through pubs?? and mart
with the merry of the goal
and the watch doesn't run
so I sleep on my yellow gloss shoes
head through pubs?? and mart
with the merry of the goal
and the watch doesn't run

I sleep on my yellow gloss shoes
head through pubs?? and mart
with the merry of the goal
and the watch doesn't run
I sleep on my yellow gloss shoes
head through pubs?? and mart
with the merry of the goal
and the watch doesn't run