There is a place we're coming to It is not green it is not blue I hope that you understand
The devil was a dancing on the old foreshore Hitting up on bright lights and the liquor stores Save me, please save me
We got to prick that bubble in the shopping arcade Gonna make amends for the things we've said I do hope that you understand
Dirty washing on the line, footsteps in the sand Whose gonna lead us on to some promised land Save me
The devil was a dancing on the old foreshore Hitting up on bright lights and the liquor stores Yeah tell me, please save me
The land lives longer if we listen to the earth beat Lives go forward if we listen to the hearts speak Seasons won't falter, stars won't fade away I know
Gonna find myself a place in the country Wake up and reach out and breathe real air Do you know how it feels clean tissue no scars
Dirty washing on the line, footsteps in the sand Whose gonna lead us onto some kind of promised land Save me
Devil was a dancing on the old foreshore Hitting up on bright lights and the cut price the liquor stores I say
The land lives longer if we listen to our hearts speak Lives go forward if we listen to the earth beat Seasons won't falter, stars won't fade away Fade away They won't fade away
Compositores: Peter Roberts Garrett (Peter Garrett), James Paul Moginie (James Moginie), Martin Magnus Rotsey (Martin Rotsey), Wayne Stevens, Robert George Hirst (Ghostwriter) ECAD: Obra #4031197