Broken Toys

Steve Kilbey/Gareth Koch

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Lyrics (unofficial)

Sitting here with the seaweed and a cold beer
Nearly at the end of the pier, just here
And it appears to manifest as a white day
Gone awry, gone astray, ok

Broken toys expect delays
Someone says our life's a maze
Which time destroys
Sunken mornings turn to days
Drunk on all the grief and joys
Of broken toys

Coming home with just a shilling in my pocket
Saw the door but there's no way to unlock it
I'm gonna hit it

Broken toys on crooked shelves
Doing badly acted versions of ourselves
Spoken words into the void
Woke up all the girls and boys
With their broken toys
Falling snowflake in your hair
There with all the grace and poise
Of broken toys