I believe we're crossing a great ravine
Still yearning, half-way a stranger
I believe in our multiplicity
Still part-blind, no reason for anger
I believe we pull up our roots and retreat
A new crop of aerials in Dacca and Canberra
So why don't you tell me
Why don't you tell me
Why don't you tell me the truth about you
Vaseline, you smeared it across every scene
Anchor-man drowns in a sea of sensation
Tyranny crushing the young bird's seed
Halloween's mate short fuse of the banker
I thought myself wise through all of these hopeless times
But I told myself, told myself, you've got to hold on
So why don't you tell me
Why don't you tell me
Why don't you tell me the truth about you
Why don't you tell me
Why don't you tell me
Why don't you tell me the truth about you
About you, about you