We’re Talking On Breath

We’re walking on ice

We’re talking on breath

We’re lying on apples

And a banana from Australia

In all that we see on the street

We’re dreaming ’bout the weather in this town

We’re laughing ’bout the rain in Australia

’bout the rain in Australia

We’re walking on breath

We’re talking on breath

Sitting in a sun dappled chair

With the radio on and the dial turned up

I’m a man who used to like to rock’n’roll

And now he wants to get news from his drug problems

To write the words on his door

But there’s nothing about me


I can’t get no rest

You’re gonna get any rest

I’m gonna pack my bags