Southern Cloud
I’m a swallowed colony
A jetliner vanishing
But there is no mystery at all, oh
I ride this sine wave
See steel in the saplings
The years keep passing

And all the while I’m free
To reject the misery
The rotting family tree outside
In the changing light

[Chorus 1]
Leave the ground
On this Southern Cloud
I’m never coming down
When the panic’s gone
What will remain
I’ll never feel the same
The voice inside are
Wrong every time
Wrong every time
Doom was predicted
Cyclonic conditions
His wife had visions that night, oh
From the Mascot Aerodrome
Over a sea of cortisol
There was no radio

Just the taste of driving rain
No suffering just pain
The full moon starts to wane again

[Chorus 2]
Now I left the ground
On this Southern Cloud
I’m never coming down
When the panic's gone
What will remain?
I’ll never be the same
If you tell yourself
You’re still a shit
You’ll start believing it
And the voice inside
It’s wrong every time
Wrong every time

[Outro]
(Wrong every time)