Lyrics Conversations - Live At Bombay Rock - Cold Chisel

Song called "Conversations"
(Two three four)

Kneeling at the hotel reception
Violin a-sobbing on his knee
And twenty bright rosellas on his shoulder
Yeah, coin from a wealthy Ceylonese
Hungry people hangin' on the corner
Other people cruisin' past in cars
Feeding on the fiction and the porno
Staring at the tattoos and the scars

Conversation, Conversation
Icy nights and almighty patience

Well some of us are driven to ambition
And some of us are trapped behind the wheel
And some of us will break away, build a marble yesterday
Run for every moment we can steal, hey

Conversation, conversation
Shouting out across an empty station
Conversation, Conversation
Shouting out across an empty station
Alright, yeah alright, alright

Listen, shh
Now it's just another Tuesday morning
And Billy's wrapped up tight against the chill
Well the busker packs his birds beneath the awning
Yeah but Billy's got his eyes upon the till
He could get a ticket out of here from a local easy lawyer
Well the busker's halfway home, Billy's lounging 'round the foyer
Love so easily dies when there's nothing left to conquer
And one small break is all he needs, and life ain't getting longer

Conversation, Conversation
Icy nights and almighty patience
Conversation, Conversation
Shouting out across an empty station

Conversation, Conversation
Conversation, Conversation
Conversation, Conversation
Breakfast show to the sleepy nation

Conversation, oh, conversation
Conversation, Conversation
Breakfast show to the sleepy nation

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