Men Huddling and shouting in the dark Crying out for courage, for a spark Illuminate the glass Reflects the band of brothers as we are As we are
Who do we have to eat? Who do we have to kill? To get our foot in the doorway of the house at the top of the hill?
High On the fumes of petrichor Why It feels like Mercury on the western shore I died, I swear When the ABC said we're going to war I really believed we wouldn't fight no more, I
Who do we have to eat? Who do we have to kill? To get our foot in the doorway of the house at the top of the hill?
Caught some sleep on Swanston Street Finished the Ferrero Rochers And their bronze wings Shivered in the wind and Ash fluttered down to sleep in your hair I found love as the paper curled And hope Sinks like a pearl It's a light Plumbing the dark At the edge Of the world On our own
Compositores: James Ireland, Jamie Terry, Jay Watson, Joseph Ryan, Nicholas Allbrook