The Breakfast Creek hotel is up for sale,
The last square mile of terra firma gavelled in the mail,
So farewell to the Norfolk Island pines,
No amount of make believe can help this heart of mine.
End, your dreamworld is just about to end.
Fall, your dreamworld is just about to fall,
Your dreamworld will fall.
So shut that buckle and turn that key again,
Take me to a place they say the dreaming never ends,
Open wide drive that mystery road,
Walk through eden´s garden and then wonder as you go.
Sign says honeymoon to rent
Cloud-land into dreamland turns,
The sun comes up and we all learn
Those wheels must turn.
|LETRAS DE MIDNIGHT OIL|
JAMES MOGINIE,MARTIN ROTSEY,PETER GARRETT,PETER GIFFORD,ROBERT HIRST
SONY/ATV MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC