Fresh air soft landing So good to be home This bruised world's got its beauty
It's where I belong. The sight of those green curves Quickens my heart Break the grip of Leviathan Now I'm ready to start. Have I been away too long Have I been away too long Have I been away too long I just can't wait. Saw big smoke umbrella Blue lights up close Exploiters of psyche Stealing the code. I imagine completeness No spin cycle deceit Time and tide keep on rolling Now the world's at my feet.
Writer(s): Robert Hirst, Peter Garrett, James Moginie, Martin Rotsey, Wayne Stevens