Pink+Turban*

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There you were pink turban in your hair Laughing in Irish arms carving up the air I was ¾ full and without a care Who can say what made me look your way Or how we'd know exactly what to say And who could know we’d be standing here today?

Now we’ve said “I do” and I will and I won’t say no You know I love you want to hold you and not let go

Waiting at the station for the early Gippsland train Through the window I waited for the smoke stack stain Then I’d see you waving kids called my name Such sadness brought you across the sea I bore witness to the power of family And still somehow there was room enough for me

It’s times such as these you find if you’ll stand or fall For love I bit my tongue and slept with billiard balls

From the Westgate bridge the power station glows Down in Farm St the Friday wine club flowed The four of us Shane McGowan and Lenny Cohen In Mazza’s yard the garden fills with blooms Up the country we yarn in wood fired rooms In steaming hotels our theories bump and fume

It’s strikes me now and then about the way love grows And how it’s fed by the love of friends we know

Maybe a bridge needed? (but it's already long)?

You know my darkness you’ve seen me break and cry Lost and yearning alone beneath the sky You sometimes call this stupid I guess that’s no lie I’ve seen your weakness I’ve seen your doubts run wild I’ve stood back gasping at your anger and your guile I sometimes think I’ll give an inch and then you take a mile

This is no fairy tale we’re no fresh-faced teens But with you I still find the wonder to believe

Sometimes I’m talking when I stop and realise I’m not quite certain if the story’s yours or mine Just where we start and end is no clear cut line Now here we are and though it feels kind of strange There’s no one else with whom I’d choose to play this game I feel your eyes upon me I hear you speak my name

Now we’ve said I do and I will and I won’t say no You know I love you want to hold you and not let go