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They'll never find us
Painting a self portrait
Painting ourselves into position
We'll scare them off with word play and sweep them under the rug
My face is pushed against the glass
Like a slowest-second-better off and thrown from the horse's back
But i know what i am, is there a trouble with that?
Hanging round hallways
Trying to get a bird's eye view
Little by little (x2)
They bow their heads to pray for friday night
To save their lives and then
They go on through life armed with a scale from one to ten
Hanging round hallways
Like to feel like we're going somewhere
And the thinner the air becomes
The more we feel at home
The more we feel
I heard her on the phone
She said, you said, had a good day
Didn't we? (x3)
And hanging round hallways
Like to feel like we're going somewhere
And the thinner the air becomes the more we feel
She said that's entertainment
But he didn't wanna know
He carried the shopping bag
She carried them both
- Album:
- Leave Your Soul to Science
- Live At The Corner
- Desert Lights
- The Official Fiction
- Echolalia
- Beautiful Sharks
- Elsewhere For 8 Minutes
- Miscellaneous
- Q And A With Dean Martin
- Recovery (Live)
- Something For Kate: Live At The Playroom
- Déjà Vu
- The Murmur Years
- So Fresh: The Hits of Spring 2003
- Big Day Out 04
- Triple J: Hottest 100, Volume 11
- Video Hits: 20 Years of Australian Hits
- Rock Box, Vol. 2
- The Murmur Years - The Best of Something for Kate 1996-2007
- The Official Fiction (Deluxe Edition)