It might make for good TVThe grieving process for all to seeBut I don't want my fathers ashesScattered over strangers couchesAnd it might make for a fun night in if IWore a dress and slept with himBut I really hate showing my legsEven when the Sydney summer begs meCome on now your roots are showingUnlike hands your hair keeps growingOh now love you could keep on dyeingI think the truth is more age defyingAnd in the day when it gets darkWe were just two shelves apartWhen we realised, it's not rightYou are not in a garden, you are in a storeA single stemmed rose reaching out for moreDid it come as a great shockWhen your third love said hey you're notGonna get his heart to beat byLaying offerings at his feetAnd in the day when it turned darkWe were two cages apartWhen we realised, it's not rightYou are not in the wild, you are in a penA forgotten sow wondering when you can run
