Falling Ovation - The Guild League

It’s not raining in Melbourne but the air is all wet

And our steamy black streets smell like

Damp and gray

But like cut grass or new bread it’s

Hard to ignore this

Aroma’s a memory

And I’ve been here before

It’s not raining in Melbourne but my cheeks are all wet

Sometimes feet can remember just where

Lovers forget

When I hit the ground walking

Every street my feet shifted

Goodbye high-rise four penny drops and I’m lifted

Now it’s raining in Melbourne as I run for the station like a

Sad man applauding like a

Falling o-va-tion

Like a falling ovation (x4)

Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun never return (x9, fade out)