Evidence, evidence, I've heard of it.

and it’s so sad to see the world agree
that they’d rather see their faces fill with flies
all when I’d want to keep white roses in their eyes

I’m tasting Naomi’s perfume
It tastes like shit and I must say
She comes and goes most afternoons
One billion lovers wave and love her now
They could love her now and so could I

come and be free, you know who we are, we’re just living people

Murray: You can’t go on like that! Won’t it sound weird with just the ‘big guitar’ that Jemaine plays?
Jemaine: Bass. It’s called a bass guitar.
Murray: Well, I call it the ‘Dad guitar’ ‘cause it’s more like (deep voice) “Da da da da - I’m your Dad. Hey Murray, get into the shed and get the mower and do the lawns - de de de.” You need Bret’s ‘Mum guitar’ to add the beautiful tones (high voice) “Come on, darling, Murray’s okay. Why you get home so late, Gordon?” (deep voice) “I was just havin’ a few beers.

Other things they stay the same, like time
There’s always time
On my mind
So pass me by
I’ll be fine, just give me time

Say, the oceans can they really sing?
The little boat, the hand, the diamond ring
I’ve worked and now I’ll wade out again
A kiss to father time, and when love ends…