Grace Cathedral Hill

Grace Cathedral Hill

All wrapped in bones of setting sun

All dust and stone and moribund

Pay twenty-five cents to light a little white candle

For New Year's Day

I sat and watched it burn away

Spin, turn and weave through slow decay

We were both a little hungry

So we went to get a hot dog

Down the High Street Pier

The light was sliding, disappeared

The air, it stunk of fish and beer

Heard a Superman trumpet play the national anthem

And the world may belong for you

But it'll never belong to you

But on a motorbike

When all the city lights blind your eyes tonight

Are you feeling better now?

Are you feeling better now?

Are you feeling better now?

Some way to greet the year

Your eyes all bright and brim with tears

The pilgrims, pills and tourists here

I saved fifty-three bucks to buy a brand new halo

Sweet on a green-eyed girl

All fiery Irish, clipped and curled

All brine and piss and vinegar

Pay twenty-five cents to light a little white candle

And the world may belong for you

But it'll never belong to you

But on a motorbike

When all the city lights blind your eyes tonight

Are you feeling better now?

Are you feeling better now?

Are you feeling better now?

Are you feeling better now?

Are you feeling better now?