Story Behind the Song
Written and recorded in July 1999 on the same day as "Sleepy Girl" and "Flinders St." I don't think anyone else likes this song as much as I do. Oh well, it's good. Loosely about the morning after a party I went to a couple of nights before the events detailed in "Flinders Street" where two or three girls that I didn't really know decided to put glitter in my hair and then that I was really tired and needed to be put to bed. They tucked me in.
Lyrics
Waking up the morning smells like wine, and the distant sounds of sleep. Empty bottles and the headache rings, I shoulda played for keeps. Tangled hair, I crashed, I slept in my stinky stinky clothes. And mum can smell the aftermath in my breath, she's gotta gotta know.
The party's over but the wheels must still turn, The party's over but the fire's still burning. The bottles to be cleared up, the cigarette burns on the rug.
Beautiful morning, i tell ya, like a vampire, it's too bright for me. I wonder who's this person lying there sleeping on my feet. Must have crashed too soon, put to bed by drunken girls instead. Breakfast in the quiet sounds of people groaning like the dead.
The party's over but the wheels must still turn. The party's over but the fire's still burning. The bottles to be cleared up, the cigarette burns on the rug.
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