You and I playing nomads in the city
Letting the mundane take spark
As effortless as the wind a-blowing
And I ain't gonna let you kill me
Don't you go letting me murder you
I'm gonna pluck every thorn out of your flesh
I'll strip you to a ghost
And fatten up your sweetness
Don't let me grown remote
I'm clumsy when I'm speeding
And that's your safety zone
There's an ancient photograph of you
Vegemite smeared across your face
And I too have see my brother sleeping
Looking like he's aged four
He's always seemed so big to me
But lying there he just seems so small
You pack a punch more than most
And to land one isn't easy
But there's sweetness in the sounds
Of sleeping and breathing
And perhaps when we're old
We'll quit all this competing
It'll be like it was at first
And why does the vilest creature
In sleep look like a saint
If our enemies could all spy us sleeping
They could be us they could take our place
Well I'd come home later than I would have
And you'd struggled to stay up
And as sleep laid its weight upon you
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