Versions

Version	Length	Source	Availability
Studio	3:47	Digital versions of Mark Seymour Undertow album.	Moderately rare. Available new in digital form.

Recommended Version.

Commentary

Mark Seymour recorded this song for his fifth album Undertow, but it only appears on digital versions of the album.

Lyrics

There’s nothing like a red hot rumour
To put some juice into your day
They’re calling it the new religion
Everybody’s feeling this way

I’m dialing but I can’t get a signal
Someone’s changed the locks on the door
The boys won’t talk to each other tonight
And the girls won’t eat anymore

Oh don’t ask for a reason because I don’t know
Oh I’m just sitting here listening to the cold wind blow

Did you hear the town crier
Everything she said was true
Are you looking for someone to blame my friend
For everything that’s wrong with you?

Nobody knows where they are going
But they are moving at the speed of light
The winds of gossip keep blowing
I can hear them blowing day and night

Oh don’t ask for a reason because I don’t know
Oh I’m just sitting here listening to the cold wind blow

Oh don’t ask for a reason because I don’t know
Oh I’m just sitting here listening to the cold wind blow

Everybody’s talking about it
Nobody says what they mean
What’s wrong with the brother of mine
And tell me where the hell have you been

I keep on following orders
I’m a dead hand at this game
The telephone keeps on ringing all night
I keep on sighing away

Oh don’t ask for a reason because I don’t know
Oh I’m just sitting here listening to the cold wind blow

Oh don’t ask for a reason because I don’t know
Oh I’m just sitting here listening to the cold wind blow