You wake up in the morning
And fall out of your bed
Mean cats eat parakeets
And this one's nearly dead
You dearly wish the wind would shift
And greasy windows slide
Open for the parakket
Who's colored bitter lime

Open the window
To lift into a dream
Baby, baby
You can barely breathe

A broken wrist
An accident
You know that something's wrong
You fold the leavings of your past
No one knows you've gone
The sunspot flares of the early
Nineties light up your wings
And scan the shortwave radio
It's tracking outer rings

(chorus)
Open the window
To lift into a dream
Baby, baby
You can start to breathe

The tectonic dispatcher shifts
To smooth the ocean floor
And flattens out to warmer winde
Of Brisbane's sunny shore
Where buddhas tend to mending wrists
A tea made from the leaves
Of eucalyptus fragances
And coriander seeds

(repeat chorus 2x)

You wake up in the morning
To warm Pacific breeze
Where mean cats chew on licorice
And cannot climb the trees