In the age when the loudest voices win, words are now worth less than silence In these days of so much suffering it's the punch you don't see coming starts the violence We could hear the shoreline pounding in the distance, for a moment we were free Then the sons of White Australia came with guns, and pushed us back to sea
We were lost at sea We were lost at sea, wond'rin' whДre the world could be
WДll the power of the sea can move your soul, eventually it takes control We were in the ocean drifting, started listing, then the boat began to roll And the coastline rose in front of us, each one of us was moved to pray or yell Then the sons of White Australia came with guns, and took us to an island hell
Lost at sea Lost at sea We were lost at sea (lost at sea) We were lost at sea (lost at sea) We were lost at sea (lost at sea) Wond'rin' where the world could be (world could be) Wond'rin' where the world could be (world could be) We were lost at sea
Are the ghosts of White Australia still among us? Are the ghosts of White Australia still around us? Are the ghosts of White Australia in our boardrooms In our bedrooms, in our chambers and our churches, in the cities and the deserts that surround us?
We could breathe out there In the wild salt air And the storms rose high And it raged all night
Lost at sea Lost at sea We were lost at sea (Lost at sea) We were lost at sea (Lost at sea) We were lost at sea (Lost at sea) Wond'rin' where the world could be (World could be) Wond'rin' where the world could be (World could be) I wonder where the world could be? (World could be) Where that world could be When you're lost when you're lost when you're lost when you're lost
Compositores: James Paul Moginie (APRA), Robert George Hirst (APRA)Editor: Sony/atv Music Publishing Australia P/l (APRA)Administração: Sony Music Publishing LlcECAD verificado obra #34227693 em 07/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM