A bottle of coke, a bunk below the waterline
A heart full of hope, full of home
Goodbye to the smoke, to winter coats in summertime
Goodbye to the coast you own
Left a bedsit, a sense of an exit from everyday
Two weeks pay for empty waves
Carried aboard the Arcadia
From the ruins of an island that failed
Beached on the shore of Australia
In the dry heat in a sheet metal shell
Slipped past The Horn with a heart divided, heart torn
Called to the place you were born
The moon upside-down, sunk by the sun over a migrant town
The night filled with alien sound
With your white skin: a passport, a transport to waiting land
Faded ads for endless sand
Carried aboard the Arcadia
From the gas fires of a shrapnel-smashed world
Beached on the shore of Australia
In the dry heat in a sheet metal shell
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A bottle of coke, a bunk below the waterline
A heart full of hope, full of home
Goodbye to the smoke, to winter coats in summertime
Goodbye to the coast you own
Left a bedsit, a sense of an exit from everyday
Two weeks pay for empty waves
Carried aboard the Arcadia
From the ruins of an island that failed
Beached on the shore of Australia
In the dry heat in a sheet metal shell
Slipped past The Horn with a heart divided, heart torn
Called to the place you were born
The moon upside-down, sunk by the sun over a migrant town
The night filled with alien sound
With your white skin: a passport, a transport to waiting land
Faded ads for endless sand
Carried aboard the Arcadia
From the gas fires of a shrapnel-smashed world
Beached on the shore of Australia
In the dry heat in a sheet metal shell
A heart full of hope, full of home
Goodbye to the smoke, to winter coats in summertime
Goodbye to the coast you own
Left a bedsit, a sense of an exit from everyday
Two weeks pay for empty waves
Carried aboard the Arcadia
From the ruins of an island that failed
Beached on the shore of Australia
In the dry heat in a sheet metal shell
Slipped past The Horn with a heart divided, heart torn
Called to the place you were born
The moon upside-down, sunk by the sun over a migrant town
The night filled with alien sound
With your white skin: a passport, a transport to waiting land
Faded ads for endless sand
Carried aboard the Arcadia
From the gas fires of a shrapnel-smashed world
Beached on the shore of Australia
In the dry heat in a sheet metal shell
Writer: James Harker
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid