She's the ghost of a statue under a shadow
That's no longer there.
She's the waft of cheap scent
The click of a heel on Brownlow Hill
And I told her Id sparred with Mickey Bennett
Fixed up cars for Danny Tucker.
Punched above my weight
On Brownlow Hill one faded Tuesday.
You know we are weightless when we're gone.
And will be lifted up while they are all dragged down.
She knows I'll be weightless when I'm gone
We'll walk up Hope Street arm in arm.
Oh God I was so easily led
I would take my orders from any pa**ing fly.
And I was weak
I was wanting
And the devil knows why.
f*g ash and footsteps and marks in the road
A busted stiletto heel,
They said his car threw you 40 yards on Brownlow Hill
That faded Tuesday.
You know we are weightless when we're gone.
And will be lifted up while they are all dragged down.
She knows I'll be weightless when I'm gone
We'll walk up Hope Street arm in arm.