Alice Springs - Liz Phair

See the sun rise

So loud

This whole town

Gets drowned out

Sky writing with the sweep of a flashlight

I’m driving over that way

Some pot of gold, it’s just a carpeting store on opening day

See the moon rise

So slow

And shallow

It burns halos in my eyes

It’s harder to swallow

It’s harder to breathe

So many opals, nobody here knows what to believe

They’ve got me underground