(Jim Moginie/Peter Garrett)



Won't you come on down the line

Away from barren ground

The harlot and the autocrat

Are they driving you further down



The season's rhymes, they anchor me

Against the raging tide



Take you to the last wild place

Skin and the stars they embrace

A caveman could a saint become

In a hospital ward on the Somme

We can dive into distant amoebas

Our wings could melt in the sun



CHORUS

I can shake

I can move

But I can't live without your love

I can break

Over you

But I can't live without your love



Our poet Henry Lawson he named them

The lay 'em out brigade

Here they come there they go

Oh great god of development

Don't really know you yet

Coastline hosed down washed away

Economics, now there's nothing left

Tomorrow's child takes concrete footsteps

And they'll drink champagne or be damned



And the storm is breaking now

Yeah the storm is breaking now

Yes the storm is breaking now



CHORUS

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