Foreign Land
Steady my shaky hands
Shut off the world's demands
Just get the facts down
Do you understand?
This is a foreign land
So try to understand that
Do you understand?
Do you understand?
If this is what it feels to love
Then l can feel that
If this is what it feels to love
Then l can feel that
If this is what it feels to love
Then l can feel that
If this is what it feels to love
Then l can feel that
Even when you're all alone
Even when it's not your home
Take a little look around
Melting as it hits the ground
Touch my hand
Up to the air
Die in a foreign land
So do you understand that
Do you understand?
Do you understand?
If this is what it feels to love
Then l can feel that
If this is what it feels to love
Then l can feel that
If this is what it feels to love
Then l can feel that
If this is what it feels to love
Then l can feel that
Even when you're all alone
Even when it's not your home
I smell the blood of an Australian
Try to understand this if you can
If you can
If you can
If this is what it feels to love
Then l can feel that
If this is what it feels to love
Then l can feel that
Even when you're all alone
Even when it's not your home
I smell the blood of an Australian
Shut off the world's demands
Just get the facts down
Do you understand?
This is a foreign land
So try to understand that
Do you understand?
Do you understand?
If this is what it feels to love
Then l can feel that
If this is what it feels to love
Then l can feel that
If this is what it feels to love
Then l can feel that
If this is what it feels to love
Then l can feel that
Even when you're all alone
Even when it's not your home
Take a little look around
Melting as it hits the ground
Touch my hand
Up to the air
Die in a foreign land
So do you understand that
Do you understand?
Do you understand?
If this is what it feels to love
Then l can feel that
If this is what it feels to love
Then l can feel that
If this is what it feels to love
Then l can feel that
If this is what it feels to love
Then l can feel that
Even when you're all alone
Even when it's not your home
I smell the blood of an Australian
Try to understand this if you can
If you can
If you can
If this is what it feels to love
Then l can feel that
If this is what it feels to love
Then l can feel that
Even when you're all alone
Even when it's not your home
I smell the blood of an Australian
Credits
Writer(s): Stephen R. Parkin, Joel Peter Quartermain, Kavyen Beaton Temperley, Stuart Leslie Macleod
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