Lyrics Mystic Western People - Steve Kilbey

Around this time in Vegas, Christine's on the corner
Shopping for a goldfish that swims in silver water
She's wasted lives aplenty in the space of umpteen seconds
He's falling for her gently, doing what she reckons

On mornings of the future, the moon remains unconquered
And you talk about the lyrics to your favourite maudlin ballad
You talk about the warning on a pack of menthol Marlboros
Dreaming with your fingers in the light of gone tomorrows

Lying with your baby, upstairs yonder bedroom
Waiting for the contact, really makes my head doom
Waiting for the moment when a thousand channеls flame on
Like forums and cathedrals that only havе the games on

Day breaks down on people and has to be remodelled
She catches your reflection in all the city puddles
She dazzles all your clients and they wander out half blinded
In alleyways and dark cafes, leave it as they find it

So I'm talking to your mother about when you were a teenager
How you stole one of her boyfriends, only to upstage her
How you stole one of her dresses, only to outrage her
How you stole one of her masks because you couldn't face her

And Christine on the corner, flirting with a trick
How she really needs the money 'cos she's getting mighty sick now
How almost thirteen hours since she last replenished
Her good will and her phoney smiles, they all seem to have vanished

Savoir faire, ç'est la vie, au dessus de la mêlée
The universe just doesn't care, just keeps on revolving
Just keeps on revolving, just keeps on evolving
Just keeps on evolving, just keeps on evolving