| Song | World That I See |
| Artist | Midnight Oil |
| Album | Capricornia |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hirst, Moginie | |
| In a country that we call home | |
| in a land that's skin and bone | |
| there's a place that's hardly known. | |
| Mountains appearing with the sun | |
| rivers of light they westward run | |
| night is draining from the firmament. | |
| Railway fettler broken down | |
| on a branch line somewhere south | |
| off the map and off the world. | |
| There is no end to the world that I see | |
| there is no end to the world that I see. | |
| As we swing from star to star | |
| we're not going very far | |
| the land is hard and gives no quarter. | |
| The o'cannon garrison falls down | |
| you cannot hear the church bell sound | |
| the sun beats down and gives no sanctuary. | |
| As sure as I stand on this place | |
| the spirit comes | |
| let lightning strike and leave no trace. |
| zuo ci : Hirst, Moginie | |
| In a country that we call home | |
| in a land that' s skin and bone | |
| there' s a place that' s hardly known. | |
| Mountains appearing with the sun | |
| rivers of light they westward run | |
| night is draining from the firmament. | |
| Railway fettler broken down | |
| on a branch line somewhere south | |
| off the map and off the world. | |
| There is no end to the world that I see | |
| there is no end to the world that I see. | |
| As we swing from star to star | |
| we' re not going very far | |
| the land is hard and gives no quarter. | |
| The o' cannon garrison falls down | |
| you cannot hear the church bell sound | |
| the sun beats down and gives no sanctuary. | |
| As sure as I stand on this place | |
| the spirit comes | |
| let lightning strike and leave no trace. |
| zuò cí : Hirst, Moginie | |
| In a country that we call home | |
| in a land that' s skin and bone | |
| there' s a place that' s hardly known. | |
| Mountains appearing with the sun | |
| rivers of light they westward run | |
| night is draining from the firmament. | |
| Railway fettler broken down | |
| on a branch line somewhere south | |
| off the map and off the world. | |
| There is no end to the world that I see | |
| there is no end to the world that I see. | |
| As we swing from star to star | |
| we' re not going very far | |
| the land is hard and gives no quarter. | |
| The o' cannon garrison falls down | |
| you cannot hear the church bell sound | |
| the sun beats down and gives no sanctuary. | |
| As sure as I stand on this place | |
| the spirit comes | |
| let lightning strike and leave no trace. |