I Find

Steve Kilbey / Martin Kennedy

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Lyrics (unofficial)

[rev. Apr. 30, 2015]

I find morning yawning
Naked and ruined
Half formed in the distance
Baby what are you doing

I find evening leaving
Grotesque and decaying
The beach is deserted
Lady what are you saying

In Brazil
The eyes of love are on you
Imbecile
The highs are right above you

My hotel is full now
Voices surround me
The choices are endless
Baby why do you hound me

I drive to the hillside
Past city illusion
Look down at my hotel
All in slowest motion

In Brazil
The eyes of love are on you
Imbecile
The highs are right above you

Some guy knocked at the door today
He said, 'Have you seen this person recently?'
I said, 'No, have you?'
And he said, 'No, sir, that's why I'm looking for him'

It's winter on the balcony of trees
It's winter in the almanac of the stars
Another car goes past
But I understand at least in Brazil
Nothing can ever last