Midnight Oil. Dust. Zeneszám

It's 2 a.m. in Town Hall Station
Black walls and sleeping drunks
Are bad companions
Ice is there, fear is there

Everyone is nowhere, there's too much of nothing
Take me away

It' 9 a.m. in Town Hall Station
Flashing faces and gray herds no comparison
So sorry, so straight

Everyone is nowhere, there's too much of nothing
Take me away

It's 2 a.m.