Angela Carter - Jack Frost, Steve Kilbey, Grant McLennan

Angela carter puts down her typewriter

And stares at the snow

Her bones getting brittle, hair turning whiter

Such a long way to go Counting the stars in the sky

Wondering just where we are

Dreaming that you didnt die

Morning isnt that far

She lives in her own world

She lives in her own world

Tiny little toyshop, playing with fireworks

She set fire to the thames

Nights at the circus, an army of lovers

Like lightning to her friends

Indian river runs deep

Plunging right off of the page

Are you awake or asleep

You think I would know by this stage

Angela carter puts down her typewriter

And stares at the snow

Her bones getting brittle, hair turning whiter

Such a long way to go Reflections distorted by time

Mirrors corrupted by youth

Now that you dont have to lie

Why dont you tell us the truth