Gethsemene
Steve Kilbey
On the horizon blackbirds fly
Into the vortex of a hungry sky
Wait in the forest where the time has stopped
Weight in the city where the blade has dropped
Oh Gethsemene
Oh Gethsemene
And in the morning we'll be on our way
I've gotta be somewhere by Saturday
Wait in the desert with my devil cake
Wait in the garden for my father's sake
Oh Gеthsemene
Oh Gеthsemene