I've been walking the straight lineLiving in my best friend's pocketBeen looking at my lifeAll the time, all the timeHow can I do my work?Always looking over my shoulder When everything falls apart When you make a false start Then you can't turn the pages And you can't find the door When you're nobody's baby Not even close to pulling throughWe fill up stolen hours,Hunger for the touch of moneyBuilding crooked towerson the faultline, faultlineWhen I came running to youI was following the light from a dead star When everything falls apart When you meet a false heart Then you can't turn the pages And you can't find the door When you're nobody's baby Not even close to pulling through-------------------------------------------------------------- James Anthony Peter Matthew Mark Luke John Bowditch ----------------- pfgumby@yoyo.cc.monash.edu.au ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ And the piano smells like a piano, ---------- And the microphone smells like a microphone, ---------- And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar ---------- and it gets all soggy and sinks to the bottom. ----------------------------------------------------------------