Goodbye Earle Street
Tom Iansek, Joanna Syme
Meet you at the hotel
I’ll come by at your bell
We go for a walk
Pointing out the big stars
Pretty in the spring park
Nothing like back home
I’m living on a fault line, a fault line
Waiting to explode
You handed me a new time
A scene I never inquired
Now I’m after more
Oh
Keeping on the front line
Going in to break hearts
By now you’re a pro
I was such a small cheese
Didn’t have to say please
How easy I believed
Left standing with my dick in my hand
I’m let down
Now I’m just alone
Oh
Meet you at the hotеl
I’ll come by at your bell
We go for a walk
Pointing out thе big stars
Pretty in the spring park
Nothing like back home