Dead End Blues Machine

These affairs they feel like frostbite, as we wake up shivering hand in hand
A feeling far from unfamiliar
Give me this East Melbourne summer, from this South London winter
But don't change it, for I need it, I really fucking need this
I'm Brighton city bleary eyes, I'll swing you round from side to side
And you'll sing old musicals on the walk home
Like a gust of wind I'll pass on by, stars light up this silly sky
Tonight I'm a fool for you, but only in two dimensions

For we're everything, we are nothing
Tonight we are everything, and nothing, all at once

With my hand in yours and your hand in my thigh we'll strip down and run into the ocean
And if I had the time I'd take the lead from your veins, just to make life that little more bearable
You say I'm sorry about your mother you don't have to say a word, so I just sit there and I stare
At photos of her as a girl, oh she was so beautiful, but she's still blessed with this curse

For she is everything, she is nothing to me
Tonight she's my everything, and nothing all at once

The industrial revolution is through, it was gritty, like you and unbelievable
You hide words you're terrified to say in code and I figured them out just like I figured you out
This is no longer appropriate, but will always give me a sense of crooked nostalgia
Be free, and unreal, don't wait too long to pick your fruit, please send my love to sweet Sylvia Plath
For I'm everything, I am nothing
Tonight I am everything, I am nothing