This Girl, Black Girl - The Go-Betweens

They’ll always tell you that nothing is the worst

That this hunger that you’re feeling

Can be passed off as thirst

Then they’ll turn and tell you not to leave the hearse

And these lilies of the air are just your family curse

This girl, that girl she counts the hours

This girl, black girl she wears flowers

The ship comes through the harbour

The sails wear the sun

The captain nodded slowly and assembled everyone

The matron clears her throat to sing

The doctor takes a drink

Down below the convicts fall

Because skeletons don’t think

This girl, that girl she counts the hours

This girl, black girl she wears flowers