Inferno (Brisbane in Summer)

The jungle is coming up to the door

The birds that are calling are hard to ignore

The heat of the morning has come too soon

And the rain that is falling is falling far away

Far away up on the moon



Oh that moon



No one is sleeping we're naked in bed

Tossing and turning with murder in our heads

Can't lift a finger dreaming of ice

The photo you sent me out the window or the snow

Well it looks like paradise



Oh that ice



Do you remember winter at all?

You in a frock coat and me in a shawl



Mowed the lawn Monday the grass a disgrace

Mowed the lawn Tuesday the grass in our face

The jungle is coming and so is the drought

The people are screaming

Let me let me let me let me let me let me out!!



Oh that ice looks like paradise