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I had a dream of our city
All taken back by the weeds
Vines were pushing past the turnstiles
And crowds of dandelion bursting through
The parliament stairs
The fish were feeding on each other
Down in the City Circle line
A sobriety of seagulls had each night club
And every mall was colonised
By a murder of crows
We are buried
Misfits arm in arm
By the swollen river and the sludge
And in one thousand years
From this time
The shovels come to find us
And think we were
King and Queen of this town
I heard the silence in the statues
Coated all in moss like a disease
Unsexed, unnamed and overcome now
Their bodies bound in blooms
Just deformations in the hills
And I have heard that the mountains
Have such long long memories
That they can remember the oceans
And the touch of fins against their trees
We are buried
Misfits arm in arm
By the swollen river and the sludge
And in one thousand years
From this time
The shovels come to find us
And think we were
King and Queen of this town
I have a memory of the sunshine
Crouched down in the sky to push the trees
Like a trawler's net through our window
To pin me to this bed with you
Clinging to the sound
Of our breathing
We are buried
Misfits arm in arm
By the swollen river and the sludge
And in one thousand years
From this time
The shovels come to find us
And think we were
King and Queen of this town
