Pelican Motel - Icehouse Edge Lyrics

I had a dream on Halloween
I saw myself in Belews Creek
Neurotisistic tendencies
I'm your jester, you're my queen

It's something about the cold

Cut my cord
Fed to the wolves
When there's nothing left to look for
Burn some more
Losing again
Sick of the trends
I want a taste of something different
Someone different

I got wasted and started talking all my shit
I couldn't save the night even with my drunken wit
Summers gone and so are the warm nights
You wondered if the good could outweigh our fights

How we feel
It's no big deal
They'll always throw us to the wolves
How I feel
It's no big deal
She'll always throw me to the wolves
How we feel
It's no big deal
He'll always throw us to the wolves