Friday, March 03, 1989

She's An Exhibition

In the back of the taxi
She’s spinning wheels an’ leather
What she wants is what you get
She is lost forever

In the distant summer sky
Touch of my hand, wheels go round
She is up and he is down
10,000 windmills in heaven

What a man shape of a car
She can’t tell when she gone too far
Tongue in his mouth, sunk without a trace
Wheels turn fast in this foreign place

She’s an exhibition
She’s an exhibition
She’s just a little girl in this big city yeah
She’s an exhibition

The moving staircase she lost control
She slipped an’ fell for your love yeah
A hollow head lucky hollow dreams
She finds him in a silent film

The moon’s turned up your son is home
Icy touch of an empty space
Before she woke she felt his touch
Without a breath in her body

She wakes

She’s an exhibition
She’s an exhibition
She’s just a little girl in this big city yeah
She’s an exhibition


NPP, David Riley, Stu Hurwood, Ben March 1989