Lyrics A Gone Dream - Steve Kilbey

Softer than a morning's air
Softer than a moonbeam
Lighter than a silhouette
Whiter than a gone dream

[?] you know it well
The face behind the curtain
The line behind your broken eye
Where everything is hurting

Eventual end [?] the darkening street
A bitter taste of almond
Pressure in [?] the atmosphere
A crevice in common

Softer than a morning's air
Softer than a moonbeam
Lighter than a silhouettе
Whiter than a gone dream
A gonе dream
A gone dream