THE WHITLAMS - Fondness Makes The Heart Grow Absent lyrics

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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

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

Black ice is creeping over the pavement

An overcoat slips to the ground like the Angel of Death

Is playing on Prince Street

They’re falling and not making a sound

Yeah 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

Yeah 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

Yeah 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

To this evening and what a pleasure

Here in Balthazar’s red leather

A little private toast and a vow to die

A natural death in my own good time

Thanks to Tucker for correcting these lyrics