Here in Melbourne The Jane Austen Argument

I wake with your hand on my shoulder
It's colder outside where they don’t know we’re naked
All of your friends leave messages
That suggest we should not be doing what we’re doing
But we do not care and where there is air we’ll be breathing
Believe me, where there’s warmth we’ll share…

Oh and why are you not in Melbourne
It's colder here you know
And the stars are obscured by the sky
And why are you not Melbourne
There’s art in the streets
And your feet should come darken my door
Oh and why
Are you
Not in Melbourne?

Under the house of someone I once slept with
We wept on the inside, the outside kept talking
'Cause we knew we’d fit together like continents
In the eyes of children who have just learned geography
And you had a lover
And I had a ticket
We wickedly took off with the few hours left to us

And still you’re not here in Melbourne
It's colder here you see
And the stars aren’t as bright as you’d like
And still you’re not here in Melbourne
There’s art on the streets
Put your feet somewhere close to my floor
And why are you still not in Melbourne?