| So you quit your job |
| and you cut your sleaves |
| Springtime makes you wanna leave |
| The feeling’s made it’s home deep in your bones |
| Trying to find Australia |
| Looking for the sun |
| Looking for the heart to run |
| With the gold in her pockets and a green thumb |
| If I make it to the surface where it’s calm |
| Where the night time air it wakes you |
| And fills my lungs |
| (On a distant shore life is just a???) |
| And the moonlight won’t forsake me |
| Fills my lungs |
| I’ll be the king of my days |
| Your wooden chair as my thrown |
| Eyes of a white queen as lace |
| Your little heart over-grown |
| Suddenly I looked |
| Looked away |
| I never was one to be brave |
| As always I missed my chance to numb |
| So we meet half-way in Hawaii |
| Disappear into the sea |
| Upon a melting palace |
| If I make it to the surface where it’s calm |
| Where the night time air it wakes you |
| And fills my lungs |
| (On a distant shore life is just a???) |
| And the moonlight won’t forsake me |
| Fills my lungs |
| I’ll be the king of my days |
| Your wooden chair as my thrown |
| Eyes of a white queen as lace |
| Your little heart over-grown |
| I’ll be the king of my days |
| I’ll be the king of my days |
| Trying to find Australia |
| Looking for the sun |
| Looking for the heart to run |
| With the gold in her pockets and a green thumb |