cobwebs

i'm off to meet an estonian girl by the panama cafe

i'd give up the cigarettes if she asked me

i'm obliging that way

there's a wino barking at the pan flute player at the top of jervis street

urging him to get a real job

head bowed i smile at the irony

and the air today is moist

heavy with rain

feels like i'm walking through cobwebs

oh

oh

oh

long story short she informed me of my flaws

as the russian dolls smashed against the bedroom wall

come away from the window ledge

you'll catch your death of cold and be no use to anyone

come away

come away

come away from the window ledge

you'll catch your death of cold and you'll be no use to anyone

least of all me

and the air tonight is moist and heavy with rain

and we'll play good cop/bad cop again

feels like i'm walking through cobwebs