The Rumjacks - Rhythm of Her Name lyrics

In the City of the Elms where
We smoked in the stalls
In our rogue adolescence
We tore up the halls
She caught my eye across the room
With a wink and a tip of the hood
We waited for the moment
Then we shot to the woods

She smoked a makeshift pipe and carved
Her name in a stone
In the wall of an abandoned old colonial home
Now remnants of her living days
Are names in a wall
They'll be gone with the ashes
When they crumble and fall
Gone with the ashes when
They crumble and fall
And I can't remember the rhythm they played
And I can't remember the rhythm of her name
And I can't remember the rhythm they played
I can't remember the rhythm of her name

The doors were always knockin' like
A train come alive
Their names, I couldn't say
But their faces survived
We drank the beers and sung the
Cheers and wore our voices out
We polished off the bottle that
She stole from the house

And like a group of vagrants
Round a fire alight
Contented, drunk and careless
Like a teenage night
I still remember the room in
Which she pulled me away
And now I'm callin' out her name
In a moment of grey
I'm callin' out her name in a moment of grey

And I can't remember the rhythm they played
And I can't remember the rhythm of her name
And I can't remember the rhythm they played
I can't remember the rhythm of her name

You could count the years in ashes
You could count 'em in stone
You'll never stop the time with
All the watches you own
The stillness in her casket with
The ghost of a smile
Was frozen for a moment, if not only a while
Frozen for a moment, if not only a while

And I can't remember the rhythm they played
And I can't remember the rhythm of her name
And I can't remember the rhythm they played
I can't remember the rhythm of her name

And I can't remember the rhythm they played
And I can't remember the rhythm of her name
And I can't remember the rhythm they played
I can't remember the rhythm of her name

And I can't remember the rhythm they played
And I can't remember the rhythm of her name
And I can't remember the rhythm they played
I can't remember the rhythm of her name

Her name is callin' out from
A carving in a stone
I swear I'll carve it deeper when
I make my way home