From the great gibber plain

To the Indian ocean

From the stones at my feet

To my sawn off emotions

Already gone

We've already been

We're free free

To secede



From Gallipoli's cliffs

To the banks of the Thames

For those that are nameless

Does memory remain

How can we forget

What's already been

We're free so free

To secede



Like crimson turning to gold yeah

Like crimson turning to gold



Caught in the detail of losses and gains

You cannot abandon something so tame

It's already gone already been

We're free free so free

To secede