Vanishing Act - Steve Kilbey

Well then I dreamed we were washed up in new guinea

Castaways on a hostile shore

Purple waves on the salty ocean breaking

The music flowing underneath your bedroom door

Wouldn’t you know it, that’s a fact

Wouldn’t you know it, just in time for your vanishing act

I said «hey isadora, get undressed»

As if that’s any way to treat a guest

Like the wild winds above us, frothing on the sky

You’ll become immortal on the day that you die