Ripple - The Church

If I had to say what man I dream of right now, it's Steve Kilbey from The Church. Hands down.
Current state of mind and body.

Tiny baby, so naive
I can't believe what you believe
You were once so happy here

It may not be Eden or summer in Greece
You may not even find the Gold Fleece
In the drag of this atmosphere

Now I don't want to bring up a delicate matter
No, I'd much rather bribe or flatter you
'Cause flattery gets me everywhere

But you punctured my tires, you crossed all my wires
I brand your acolytes as a pack of liars 
And the fire's singing everywhere


Buckle like a wreck in the cold green sea
Like you were a ripple in my memory

I lent you some collateral to buy new clothes
It went out the window and up your nose
And that's the end of the honeymoon

Yeah we walked down the aisle for another mile
I'd walk a million miles for one of your smiles
And you can have all the money soon

Buckle like a wreck in the cold green sea
Like you were a ripple in my memory

You're so deluxe, you're so divine
You're so fifty light years ahead of your time
You're a riddle, you're a ripple

You're the human sacrifice to the goddess of vice
Your hairdo is filled with diamonds and lice
And you're hardly off the nipple

Fuck her like a wreck in the cold green sea
Like you were a ripple in my memory
Another little glitch in continuity
Like you were a ripple in my memory