From the great gibber plain
To the indian ocean
From the stones at my feet
To my sawn off emotions
Already gone
Weve already been
Were free free
To secede
From gallipolis cliffs
To the banks of the thames
For those that are nameless
Does memory remain
How can we forget
Whats already been
Were free so free
To secede
Like crimson turning to gold yeah
Like crimson turning to gold
Caught in the detail of losses and gains
You cannot abandon something so tame
Its already gone already been
Were free free so free
To secede