Great Southern Land

Standing at the limit of an endless oceanstranded like a runaway, lost at seacity on a rainy day down in the harbourwatching as the grey clouds shadow the baylooking everywhere ’cause I had to find youthis is not the way that i remember it hereanyone will tell you its a prisoner islandhidden in the summer for a million yearsGreat Southern Land, burned you blackso you look into the land and it will tell you a storystory ’bout a journey ended long agoif you listen to the motion of the wind in the mountainsmaybe you can hear them talking like I do". . they’re gonna betray, they’re gonna forget youare you gonna let them take you over this way . ."Great Southern Land, Great Southern Landyou walk alone like a primitive manand they make it work with sticks and bonessee their hungry eyes, its a hungry homeI hear the sound of the stranger’s voicesI see their hungry eyes, their hungry eyesGreat Southern Land, Great Southern Landthey burned you black, black against the groundGreat Southern Land, in the sleeping sunyou walk alone with the ghost of timethey burned you black, black against the groundand they make it work with rocks and sandI hear the sound of the stanger’s voicesI see their hungry eyes, their hungry eyesGreat Southern Land, Great Southern Landyou walk alone, like a primitive manyou walk alone with the ghost of timeand they burned you blackyeah, they burned you blackGreat Southern Land

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