The Whitlams - Fondness Makes the Heart Grow Absent lyrics

I woke twice last night, walked to the window Looked down at the gravestones guarding St Patricks in the snow And I thought if that's where it all ends I should get home again with you When fondness makes the heart grow absent I gotta find an orbit a little closer to the ground When fondness in my heart is absent I'm in awe of the sabotage within In the morning the cliffs of fear still rising from my sleep A note from the demons is lying accusing at my feet The parks are empty and the tea's gone cold I could slip so easily from the earth's hold The life has been lived and the story sold Black ice is creeping over the pavement An overcoat slips to the ground like the Angel of d**h Is playing on Prince Street They're falling and not making a sound To this evening and what a pleasure Here in Balthazar's red leather A little private toast and a vow to die A natural d**h in my own good time