Shell - Steve Kilbey

Hello sweet creature

Won’t you give me some bloodlike guarantee

I’ve been listening to myself too long

And they’re making a prophet out of me

I’m as empty as a shell can ever be

I’ve been walking through the desert

No it must have been the library

Reading a book which once gave me hope

Now it’s making a fool out of me

I’m as empty as a shell can ever be Lazy dreaming, half remembering, half remarkingto myself

Never noticed that the crowds were leaving

Never looked for anyone else

Now it’s market day almost every day

Yet they give away their love for free

I’m just waiting for a ship to come

And it’s making a slave out of me

I’m as empty as a shell can ever be Lazy dreaming, half remembering, half remarking to myself

Never noticed that the crowds were leaving

Never looked for anyone else

Hello sweet creature

Won’t you give me some bloodlike guarantee

I’ve been listening to myself too long

I’ve been walking through the desert

Must have been the library

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