In between days,
when I’d do anything for you
to get close to you
I dyed my hair orange
it was supposed to be blonde and I thought
what the heck… the roadie chick said it was cool!
we traded smiles, even spoke but…alas it didn’t quite happen
the house of fun never welcomed us
to get into the groove
we just soared into our own futures
mine filled with little earthquakes… and unpublished critics
So restless we were back then…
the chance to be a happy phantom living like candles in the wind
smoking joints while walking down Toorak Road
initiating stoned aerobics on the dance floor
to how will I know…if you really love me?
never did know, I was having too much fun with my friends
cramming in taxi’s at 8am while commuters were on their way to work
my orange hair a mess, mascara smudged down my face…thinking
how on earth will we get to sleep, so we can start the afternoon shift?
and begin this crazy show all over again