J'aime ma patrie, mais d'un amour étrange
Que ma raison ne saurait étouffer.
Ni la gloire du pays, payée au prix du sang,
Ni son repos que procure un orgueil assuré,
Ni les coutumes issues d'un obscur passé
N'éveillent en moi de pensées consolantes.

Thought i was light years ahead of them
But i was blind they were only miles
Light years ahead of them, he must be right

I was only pretending to be just another wannabe
A love supreme in flip flops
There might be peacocks in disguise
You’d better practice your passing shots
Beware of bishops dealing with their ups and downs

You were born in Christchurch baby
Listen to the bells
They’re ringing again in your ears
They resound in the evening
They resound when you’re young
They’re sound in the morning
They resound when you’re getting old/get things done

Feel young and free
When the sun shines above me
The sounds of the city fill my heart with joy and beauty
Fountains of champagne to celebrate the next day
My generation’s full of optimism
What does it take?
What does it take to be here today?