Think Of You

Steve Kilbey
(for Jessie Bellette)

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Lyrics (unofficial)

Well my pockets are empty
My regrets are many
My hours are full
Full of memory
When the ship went down
Down to the bottom
And the sun broke through
And I think of you

The days are short
As we sink into winter
Painted stars on an obsidian sky
And the people are lost
We all lose in the end
But my payout is due
And I think of you

There's no rhythm
There's no rhyme
No melody
There's no beat
No revolution is coming along
To sweep you off your feet

So pick up the pieces
Sweep them away
Keep God close in your heart
Every day
Look for the light
Under the bushel
And your dream may come true
And I think of you
And your wish may come true
And I think of you