Australophilia / The Fire in Yamabiko Forest

I’ve seen your face plastered somewhere before
In my dreams of goon sacks, surf, and emu wars
But now I can’t recall its all a blur
I think I was in love, I can’t remember
It was on a beach in Queensland, the sky was full of clouds
The only words I heard were coming out of your mouth
Saw beauty within the hardship that will lie ahead
Then I spoke but I forgot what I said
Oh well
It doesn’t matter anyways
Thoughts that I could never orchestrate
But now I have ideas no better than the pipe dreams of a child
Of you and I and no one else exchanging awkward smiles
I don’t think I’ll ever be the same I’m not sure if I will be okay
Because it won’t go away it won’t go away
Why won’t it go away why won’t it go
Where nobody can find us
Somewhere in Australia
Where no one can remind us
That we don’t belong
Dead Kokoro, it comes and goes and won’t return the same
It stops and kills, it’s such a thrill when it misbehaves
Catching birds with shotgun shells and old 7.62
It’s okay to hate me 'cause i hate myself too