Midnight Oil

Tell Me the Truth

I believe we're crossing the great ravine
Still yearning half-way a stranger
I believe in our multiplicity
still part-blind no reason for angre
I believe we pull up our roots and retreat
A new crop of aerials in Dacca and Canberra

Why won't you tell me the truth about you

Vaseline, you smeared it across every scene
Anchor-man drowns in a sea of sensation
Tyranny crushing the young bird's seed
Halloween's mate short fuse of the banker

We're all spores but we're never eunuchs love's one the loose
Deflect the short tunics and the cameras ruse there's no judgement
In ignorance I say

Some people tell me stories wasting all my time
Some trying not receiving someone else's lies
It's my time, yes it's my time