As Sydney's winter comes us

Stare out my window and watch the rain

As dances on the ceiling

It reminds me all the time when

We sit outside see you could

Set very long goal was it me I was you

So I sleep on my yellow gloss shoes

Head through pubs and mart

With the merry of the goal

And the watch doesn't run

One two three four

Little bridge's dressed in far round

My father talks too long

About the good days and the weather

When we meant to be together

Like the pitch face burns that way

Had when we were on the fight

So I sleep on my yellow gloss shoes

Head through pubs and mart

With the merry of the goal

And the watch doesn't run

So I sleep on my yellow gloss shoes

Head through pubs and mart

With the merry of the goal

And the watch doesn't run

I sleep on my yellow gloss shoes

Head through pubs and mart

With the merry of the goal

And the watch doesn't run

I sleep on my yellow gloss shoes

Head through pubs and mart

With the merry of the goal

And the watch doesn't run