Nhạc sĩ: Peter Von Poehl | Lời: Marie Modiano
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It shows right on time,
windy days on a cliff
They were waiting by the shore,
frozen figures in the dark
I'm a thousand miles away from that old summer day
I'm diving in the cold night,
that's the warning lighting on my brow
I heard one song for a few birds when spring came around
The grave diggers laughed at the dumb,
playing chess with the bugs
I've always lost you long for the ones you can't find
And in the summer I recall a lantern crowned near the child
I'm a thousand miles away from all the things I had to say
The sandman rings a bell,
but the ocean never sleeps in Wombat Bay
A hole in the wall
was the final stop
An old photograph gone in the dust
And found I'm a thousand miles away,
a bit up north from Travis Bay
The storm won't blow away,
the sunny blues they sing Wombat Bay
I've never been too scared of leaps on the ground
Give me a few steps to the left, I could rest
for a while
I'm a thousand miles away from all the things I had to say
And flowers grow next to the white stone right here in Wombat Bay