I know you’re trying to sleep, and I toss and turn all night, it keeps you awake.
I can’t get comfortable.
I’m uncomfortable everywhere I go; From a bus stop on Hunter Street, to the sweat dripping down my nose at Southern Cross Station.
I swear my body hates me.
You took me outside so we could be alone, and you shook your head and said I should just got home. I said “do what you’re going to do”. And then you kissed me. You kissed me like you were sorry.
And I’m wandering from streets to stages, from beds to train carriages, I’m wandering.
I’m wandering.
I am 1,028 kilometres from home.
I am the furthest I have ever been on my own.
But I feel safer on this stage that I do back home, watching myself go nowhere in the corner of this room.
And I’m wandering from streets to stages, from beds to train carriages, I’m wandering.
I’m wandering.
I’m wandering.
Convention & Protocol Relating to the Status of Refugees. Read it. Make up your own mind. I have, and I think that the sentiments expressed in Punchable Face, pretty much mirror my own when it comes to refugees / asylum seekers, and how Abbott is a bad, bad man who has caused so much hurt and suffering. People should have the right to seek asylum, no matter their modes of transport. "Real Australians Say Welcome." James
The lead singer of punk band Camp Cope ventures into romantic synth-pop territory, tempering slick arrangements with bare sentiment.
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