Like a heat wave breaking as you smell warm rain We can fade away or start over again In a high five season, in a cut-price land The southern cross don
Translation: Midnight Oil. Tone Poem.
the Earth's beauty Grant me a beast, stamp kill me with the jury When I tone a capell, Hell has beauty A force has awakened, breath-takin' vengeance Midnight
the Earth's beauty Grant me a beast, stamp kill me with the jury When I tone a capell, Hell has beauty A force has awakened, breath-takin vengeance Midnight
