From the Great Gibber Plain, to the Indian ocean
  From the stones at my feet, to my sawnoff in motion
  Already come, its already been
  We're free
  
  From Galipoli's cliffs, to the banks of the Thames
  For those that are nameless, their memory remains
  How can we forget, what's already been
  We're free
  
  I can count on my hands and feet
  All the waves can catch your spirit
  Taken your flag down with the sun
  Lest we forget, like crimson turning to gold
  Yeah, like crimson turning to gold
  
  Caught in the details of losses and gains
  You cannot abandon something so tame
  Its already gone, its already been
  We're free, we're free
  I know we're free