Umbrellas

Katy's on the telephone
With her collar up and her defenses down
I smell like brandy and it's starting to rain
She says the line is bad, she says Speak up Dad
But she speaks so softly when she says my name
She and I are talking, me and her
She says it's just this kind of thing that could tear us apart?
I smell a little stronger now
I say first we need something to tear us together

Umbrella
Sue and I are walking, me and her
Along glistening footpaths in a strange suburb
And as we duck into a disused doorway
I wonder what she meant when she spoke of seeking shelter
Umbrella

Words by: Australian Band The Lucksmiths - here it here

Photos by: Me - This laneway in Ballarat always has umbrellas, normally they are red, white and blue, but for festival time they turn Gold.