Secret knowledge of backroads
Dappled skies and heat in Subiaco pt 2
Dappled skies and heat in Subiaco
Heat
1, 2, 3.
Half of it’s you, half is me.
You never know
what day’s gonna pick you, baby.
Out of the air.
Out of nowhere.
Hear her soul
Gray, vague dreams, a million miles ago you seem,
A star that I just don’t see anymore.
Words long gone, lost on journeys we walked on,
Lost are voices heard along the way.
It’s a lifetime decision
“She sees shooting stars and comet tails
She’s got heaven in her eyes
She says, “I don’t, I don’t, I don’t need to be an angel
But I’m nothing, I’m nothing if I’m not this high”
But we only stay in orbit for a moment of time
And then you’re everybody’s satellite
I wish that you were mine, I wish that you were mine”