You and I playing nomads in the city
Letting the mundane take spark
As effortless as the wind a-blowing
Lit up like Luna Park
And I ain't gonna let you kill me
Don't you go letting me murder you
I'm gonna pluck every thorn out of your flesh
Gonna make you brand new
I'll strip you to a ghost
And fatten up your sweetness
Don't let me grown remote
I do that easy
And at a rate of knots
I'm clumsy when I'm speeding
And that's your safety zone
Where I'm queasy

There's an ancient photograph of you
Vegemite smeared across your face
Grinning so demonically
Chasing your brother
All over the place
And I too have see my brother sleeping
Looking like he's aged four
He's always seemed so big to me
But lying there he just seems so small
You pack a punch more than most
And to land one isn't easy
But there's sweetness in the sounds
Of sleeping and breathing
And perhaps when we're old
We'll quit all this competing
It'll be like it was at first

And why does the vilest creature
In sleep look like a saint
If our enemies could all spy us sleeping
They could be us they could take our place
Well I'd come home later than I would have
And you'd struggled to stay up
And as sleep laid its weight upon you
I saw you as you were

Lyrics submitted by alisonleathers

Nomads song meanings
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