“Our instruments have no way of measuring this feelingHad ever got below the floorOr penetrate the ceiling ~ Destination”Steve Kilbey Lyrics
“Sometimes I wander under prehistoric skysHere she comes with a penetrating starecold desert stars feel and sparkle like frost, they are so losthis seed of adulation is your butter and your bread,it's an exquisite corpse and its lips are redIf you're alone and you're feeling blue,everyone in Persia probably feels like you do. ~ Lost”Steve Kilbey Lyrics
“Great cities, or the endless beautiful plains stretched out beforehis jaded gaze and disappeared into the nothingness of his feeling. ~ Fall in Love”Steve Kilbey Lyrics