oh the things you think of at night are useless like a song you play over and over i turn to see the back of your shoulder there is nothing i can erase there is nothing you can erase there is nothing i can erase there is nothing you can erase there is nothing to erase oh the clever things that you say to no one never never say it to their face oh how much time you waste there is nothing you can erase there is nothing you can erase there is nothing you can erase there is nothing you can erase there is nothing to erase here is something i prepared earlier never in real time otherwise you d see all these faults of mine oh here is something i prepared earlier never in real time otherwise you d see all these faults of mine oh the things you think of at night my mother here s a song you can play over and over my sister there is nothing you can erase there is nothing you can erase there is nothing to erase
['australian indie', 'australian indigenous', 'melbourne indie']