Bellarine - Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever

Flat line of yellow lights flickering on every street

Cool air off northern water, two years since I’ve seen my daughter

The fish are biting every line but mine

Seems like rum is taking all my time

My Bellarine, from here I shoot my scene

There’s fire in the west, I never did my best

Cold cuts and cheap terrine, your daddy’s not so mean

Don’t listen to what your mother said

Call me when the money comes in

The fish are biting every line but mine

Seems like rum is taking all my time

My Bellarine, from here I shoot my scene

There’s fire in the west, I never did my best

I’m looking down the pier before the ferry comes here

She looks just like me, I’m in trouble on the Bellarine

My Bellarine, from here I shoot my scene

There’s fire in the west, I never did my best