Texty: Midnight Oil. Capricornia.

Capricornia, Capricornia, Capricornia don't walk away
Show me to the back of your hand
Capricornia don't leave me here
Dying in the back of your land

In the evening things all fall apart
They crawl away dying in the bushes alone
In the morning, well, I see myself
See myself as a Christ like figure walking

Capricornia don't walk away
Show me to the back of your hand
Capricornia don't leave me here
Dying in the back of your land

In the evening things all fall apart
They crawl away, drowning in the setting sun
In the morning, well, I see myself
I see myself as a father, mother, brother, sister, oh yeah

Capricornia, Capricornia, Capricornia don't walk away
Show me to the back of your hand
Capricornia, Capricornia don't fade away
You show me to the back of your hand
Capricornia, Capricornia