Sister's Jeans - Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever

Stand on the morning, head like a weather vane

You stuck to your shirt, clung to your lemonade

Dirt in the wind, the bugs were singing out of tune

You hear the thump beating down low

When your heart aches and your morning breaks

By the TV on your own

And your hollow hand on a cold can

You’re rising like a stone

I heard the warning, I saw you falling

Down along Sydney Road

Be alright, put your weight

On the second hand

Back in the headlights, windows were screening one by one

A moving image of your reflection

You hardly look sharp, your guts are in a knot

And all your new friends are frayed at the ends

When your heart aches and your morning breaks

By the TV on your own

And your hollow hand on a cold can

You’re rising like a stone

I heard the warning, I saw you falling

Down along Sydney Road

Be alright, put your weight

On the second hand

I heard the warning, I saw you falling