Things Of Stone & Wood Is This Where I Must Lie?
This land once scarred
With song suffocates
Beneath this deathly sheet of plastic
That we call our home
Australia ?
What have we done
The ancient voices
Silenced by the hum
By the fury of this emptyness
(It is) A tuneless song sung with precision
A poem dead without meaning
(It is) A love that never new passion ?
A body without a heart
What have we done
Is this where I must lie
Is this where I must lie
Is this where I must lie
I have seen the other side
The crimes run in our blood
They shadow every step
Step lightly my friends
Won't you paint my face in ochre and truth
Won't you scar my chest with wisdom
Won't you fill my head with dreams
Won't you bury me
Bury me deep
Is this where I must lie
Is this where I must lie
Is this where I must lie
I have seen the other side