Point of Purchase - Sydney Lyric Quartet, Harry Manx

There’s an ocean of days, tearing down your nights

There’s a mountain of left, going against the right

So many lives living out their story

Who could care less about the fame and glory?

There’s a desert of how, you’d like things to be

Life lives on life, what a scary scene

You seem to be getting by just fine on your own

The well came to the thirsty, but no one was home

Looking for some real dignity

In all the wrong places that you don’t want to be

At the point of purchase, heavens above

All you really need is just a little more love

There’s a kind of love you waited a lifetime for

Like a dew drop praying for the sun at your door

Some poor souls are lonely in their beds

Wide eyed nights got you lost in your head