Bay of Fires Lyrics

Old tires, the die is cast
Bay of fires and voices past
Oh you're finally leaving all
Your formative years and learning to crawl

It's out of your hands
It's out of your hands

No bank balance can fix the score
Oh tectonic maybe some more
Old man, I'm talking more like you
But there's nothing more you can do

It's out of your hands
It's out of your hands

Don't stress
I've learnt the value of a dollar
Through every little tip I've received
I've worked in the fields without you
And it's harder than I knew to believe
Leave what you can tie up on the roof racks
Meaningless structures to hold
Your statues
Leave what you can't carry
Leave who you can't marry
Back to the Bay of Fires

It's out of your hands
It's out of your hands