Just a long way to the bottom

i'm a lonely house
on a hill
near a lake
here i'm standing all alone
and playing happy
like a fake

got a smile on my face
grin and bear it
take it hard
off the shoulder
like a soldier
cannot bear it
feelin' scarred

built atop a mountain rise
that's 'bove the valleys
'bove the seas
can see all the land around me
to the mallees
and the trees

'cross the broken and the beaten
to the cemete
ries below
see the lost and the defeated
taunt the hated
kill the slow

to a vast and distant future
where the lonely
rule the world
bound as one by isolation
they are loved
and they are...

we all sit in our cocoons
just looking out
upon the land
darkened faces to the sun
we all reach
to take a hand

and be holding one another
and be close
again, to feel
what it feels to touch another
someone turgid
someone real

feel the rise of all their tendons
'neath the skin and
'neath the bones
touch and breathe with eyes wide open
hear their panting
flooding drones

but the shock that's built around us
stop us ventur
ing too far
from our worlds of sure-spun cotton
to our worlds
of...

it is here upon this mountain
that i might stay
enclosed, cocooned
away from raging seas
where i might be
marooned

bleating helpless like an eaglet
fallen from
it's cliff-top nest
is where i see myself in 10
at my hugest
at my best

bequeathed be me to the world at large
all grey feathers
all grey heart
forget my mine main metaphors
and having to
restart.