But it is not any fun, getting off a flight and being welcomed by ghosts. I am dying to go back to Sydney but I am not looking forward to it. I dread making my way back to the new place all alone, and having to spend the night outside because I do not have the keys to the door. And what I dread most is sinking into the arms of the man I am in love with for his soul has died and his eyes are hollow and his wrinkles have grown deeper and his cheeks have been sucked dry of their youth.
Angus Stone, I am here waiting for you to take me for a ride on a big jet plane. And bring a bottle with you, I need a shot of Salvation and two of Sanity. Cheers.