Текст песни Steve Kilbey -  haze   
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Please let me in, I wasn`t introduced 
I really want to be your friend 
I`d like to know, I wasn`t introduced 
I really want to make amends 
There`s a place that I know, it`s so hard to find 
I`d like to take you there, if you`ve got the mind 
`Cause I never dreamed at all I`d know someone like you 
The temple of your secret hell is the heaven I`ve been through 
We`d like to know, it`s kind of confidential 
But where on earth did you go 
We`re just your friends and that`s coincidental 
But do you really like the end 
I wish I was so strong, I wish I was so good 
I`d show you all those things I know I never could 
We just go round and round, the circle has decreased 
You`re starving for some lovely love the vultures scarf the feast 
Beware of freaks, they really mess your mind 
You`re looking fabulous this time 
They shook you up, you rattled and you rolled 
Another generation crime 
A man without a heart, is a ship without a rudder 
You run into the rocks, feel our timber shudder 
You`re greedy with your time, who can lay the blame 
 
 
If I was as young as you I guess I`d be the same 
You played the game, you lived on consequences 
Without a dollar to your name 
Up on the hill your busy man advances 
Are you so scared to stand still 
Take a look around, see the stranglehold 
The winters are so warm, the summers are so cold 
And it`s ugly out there now, the wind is whispering things 
You haven`t heard the last of this the rumors have grown wings 
 
 
Coming back to me 
Coming back to me 
Coming back to me through a haze of memory 
 
 
Foxes in the sky, the dunes dark and deep 
Jury swinging on the vines, while I make a scene 
Days and days of rain, mushrooms by the ton 
Waiting for our clothes to dry, Mr. Watson cleans his gun 
Walking `round the fences, a sister left behind 
A visit by a country doctor, two years from going blind 
Sundays at the big house, cream and Sheffield steel 
Still the talk of Singapore, and how it feels real 
It crawls across the grassland, a wall of shining heat 
Coming on back to me through rocky seat