Lyrics:

Sunburned in London, up from the colony
Greet the old enemy with new energy
Haven't we met before? Ancient history
In the rose garden, felt your heart harden
We are strangers, we will always be strangers
Sunburned in Dublin, the queen is dead
I see my brothers in the street, long live our friends
I see my mother in the hills if I squint hard enough
I'm not the only one nostalgically fucked up
And it's been raining for 400 years here
Sunburned in Tokyo, we were still strangers
Kissed by the turnstile, Shibuya Station
I held you close as the lights smeared
Under the umbrella, your eyes were clear
As the mountain stream, smoke from the alley
Moss on the stone, moss on our dreams
And always strangers
Sunburned in Oslo, glass towers gleaming
In the brilliant views, expensive blues
In secret harbours, teens try mischief
But it gets harder when the midnight sun shines down
Down on everyone, sorry situation
Sunburned in New York, city of the holy
Touch down in Newark, dream, it starts slowly
Tony said, "Ever feel like you missed out on the ground floor?"
Say sweet nothing in endless bathrooms
There are countries in the canyons
Garbage marinating on the pavement
Trust fund babies making gravy
This must be the place
Sunburned in Melbourne, arrived uninvited
Now we're inside, lock the door behind
I'm at the bar, still talkin' 'bout the war
Talk about old enemies, talk about new energy
Talk about property, talk about no history
Talk crossroad Germany, talk midnight Sicily
Talk Christ at Calvary, talk past-life revelry
Talk about revolution, we talk about Melbourne
And Caroline Springs eternal
Sunburned in Tokyo, we were still strangers
Kiss by the turnstile, Shibuya Station
I held you close as the lights smeared
Under the umbrella, your eyes were clear
As the mountain stream, smoke from the alley
Moss on the stone, moss on our dreams
And always strangers
We will never get the idea, my one
And your eyes aren't dry for long
Eyes aren't dry, your eyes aren't dry
Your eyes aren't dry, your eyes aren't dry
Your eyes aren't dry, your eyes aren't dry
Your eyes aren't dry, your eyes aren't dry
Wind it back to the start
When the flame was in the heart
But the days keep coming strong
And the shadow's growing long
Wind it back to the start
When the rain was off the chart
And the sun, it rises still
On our outpost on the hill