From the great gibber plain to the Indian ocean   From the stones at my feet to my sown off emotions   Already gone, we've already been   We're free free to secede      From Gallipoli's cliffs to the banks of the Thames   For those that are nameless does memory remain   How can we forget what's already been   We're 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   It's already gone already been   We're free free so free to secede