It was the mystery of sadness
And the way it had made us
As it played against the day
That made me realise
I had come a long way

And still

I watched without seeing
And kissed without kissing

My sister had made the world over
And they wrote mythologies about my brother
But this wasn't their story

I fell down so easily
Like a wall made of cheap material
That all I could do was give it up
Let go
Surrender
Surrender

It is to know
Isn't it? To know
Exactly where you are
And what you are doing
But that is impossible
What do I remember hearing it called
"Honest Doubt"
Vilifying honest doubt
As if it were wrong
Because in terms of absolutes
1's and 2's
Doubt is too alive and real

Well in that case, I am full
Of doubt
I am real
Alive
Effortlessly
This I know

The defective machine
Pondered the high beams
Of the building that stood
Thru years of heavy rain and shine

It still breathed and felt
And had care for
Everything that was there

Was there a part in you
Defective too?
I'm not talking about the endless
Madness of mankind
Or maybe I am

But when I shine a light thru
This stencil, what pattern comes up?
It's important that I shine
I may be a defective machine, but even if it
Is only for me to see, to feel, to inhibit

The cogs of time and eternity turn together
But not simultaneously
Endless resources are at my disposal
Networks of underground cables

Signing off
Etching the rock

The world will look to Australia one day
That Antipodean dream
Will be bigger than it's ever seemed

With a first nations Prime Minister
To lead the way
With a new view
For a new day

Hear what I say
The world will look to Australia one day
When she grows into her own
One day, one day

A new anthem
Deep and rich
With a breath of spirit
For all our living souls

The world will listen to her speak
A new language
That will go straight to your heart
Giving you life
Turning your world upside down

Hear what I say
The world will look to Australia one day
When she grows into her own
One day, one day

This is the first day
This is the Monday  
Of my love, my love, my love
Of my love, my love, my love

Signs that meant a little
And signs that meant a lot

Turn them into everything, everything I got

We chased the night
Chased him down
Made a ceremony
In a room in a town

Signs that meant a little
And signs that meant a lot

Turn them into everything, everything I got

Outside, the emergency services are calling in the morning light
And no story of love of heartbreak I can recite
I can turn around, another day
But that wouldn't feel right

This is the first day
This is the Monday  
Of my love, my love, my love
Of my love, my love, my love
Of my love, my love, my love
Of my love, my love, my love

We heard you got out
We heard you got free
In your overall jeans
So suddenly

Above the wall that stood so high
And the barbed wire that cried and cried

Like a kite, like a plane
That feeling, they can't take away

We heard you got out
We heard you got free
In your overall jeans
So suddenly

Today's magic word was God
As I set off for work at the pool
The moon showing the beginnings of a smile

I looked at all these people
And what was it?
Day in day out?

When we were young,
I saw God in everyone
Then he/she/it, slipped away from me

Today I thought about the workers
The parents
The world and the heartlessness

And I thought that God must be dedicated
God must be dedication
To something
Day in day out

There were goals,
And then there were goals

God must be dedicated
I thought to myself
As I looked and thought about us all
The moon smiling still

God must be dedicated
And so I thought
I dedicate myself
To this
To what I do and how I live

And somewhere in it
God would be visible