Fondness Makes The Heart Grow Absent The Whitlams

[Verse 1]
I woke twice last night, walked to the window
I looked down at the gravestones guarding St Patrick's in the snow
And I thought, if that's where it all ends
I should get home again, with you

[Chorus]
When fondness makes the heart grow absent
I gotta find an orbit a little closer to the ground
Yeah, when fondness in my heart is absent
I'm in awe of the sabotage within

[Verse 2]
This morning the cliffs of fear still rising from my sleep
A note from the demons is lying accusing at my feet
The parks are empty and the tea's gone cold
I could slip so easily from the Earth's hold
The life has been lived and the story sold

[Chorus]
When fondness makes the heart grow absent
I gotta find an orbit a little closer to the ground
Yeah, when fondness in my heart is absent
I'm in awe of the sabotage within

[Bridge]
Black ice is creeping over the pavement
An overcoat slips to the ground like the Angel of Death
Is playing on Prince Street
They're falling and not making a sound