Lyrics

Hark the monolith.
Feel the temperature rising.
See, the pressure is mounting,
An abacus counting in hundreds
And thousands, falling.

Heed the criminal
Leaving the tenement building.
See the teeth-marks of time,
Map the risk. Mark the lines
On the landscape, there’s an army forming.

And it feels like forever ‘til we
Find an answer.
And it feels like the question burns our lips.

Reap the benefits.
Seems like I read it in The Age.
Buildings are burning like paper
So do me a favour and forget me,
Forget my story.

And it moves so effortlessly,
Like a dancer.
I can see smoke billowing already.

It’s like when you were a spy
And you said “Meet me in the cross-hairs.
On the last day of July.
I'm leaving.”
You said “Don’t look to your right.”
As I was standing at the station
Too drunk to take to the sky.
With that look in your eye
You said “No ceremony please.”
You’re like an orchestra of bees
And it’s like I read it in the age.

Hark the monument
Whereby I wait for you for days.
Tourists are capturing pictures
While bums quote from scripture
And my ticket goes one way baby.
It’s like I read it in the age.
It’s like I read it in the age.
It’s like I read it in the age.

It’s like when you were a spy
And you said “Meet me in the cross-hairs.
On the last day of July.
Fuck it, I'm leaving.”
You said “Don’t look to your right.”
As I was standing at the station
Too drunk to take to the sky.
With that look in your eye
You said “No ceremony please.”
You’re like an orchestra of bees
And it’s like I read it in the age.

The wolves are at the door,
There’s cameras in the ceiling and the floor.
It’s not safe anymore,
I've turned the whole thing over.
The new world calls my name.
I hate it when you look at me that way…