Lavender Bay

You led me into Sydney rain With nothing but your name High on hills where moments fleet The harbour at your feet The stairways down are twisted It's all so overgrown It's as though no one comes down here The pavements also, All so alone The jacarandas rich this time of year The ferns are growing Down beneath those terraces You said you dreamt of owning But it's more than shades of purple Amongst this great unknown Take a hold, of all of the things that make you whole Don't let go, all of the things that make you so Up the railway yard to where the faces stuck in stone A lonely walk to the mansions where the roses, all in rows No one ever stops down here, cartoons the watchful eye Counting every footstep in Wendy's evening light Take a hold, all of the things that make you whole Don't let go, all of the things that make you so Does the lavender and bark chips still smell the same Do the angels trumpets still call your name Is that towers window still the perfect frame Do the angels trumpets still call his name Take a hold, all of the things that make you whole Don't let go, all of the things that make you so