The crooked rocks, waves lapping my legsMust be Mornington, feels like the beachyou popped in to say ‘hi’, your echo drew me hereTo await the ferry which will cast me out Forget those seedy districts, weirdos and bumsI mean that…
The crooked rocks, waves lapping my legsMust be Mornington, feels like the beachyou popped in to say ‘hi’, your echo drew me hereTo await the ferry which will cast me out Forget those seedy districts, weirdos and bumsI mean that…