And so the outside, it bashes us in
Bashes us about a bit
Feel it tugging you, ploughing you flat
Then feel it filling your sails
And warm on your back

Oooh
And blessed are those who see and are silent
And blessed are those who see and are silent
And blessed are those who see and are silent

Blessed are those who see
So won't you hoist up the bucket now, Charlie?
Hoosh it all over the dead
Cause we've been getting most mightily filthy
Mud marks up to our necks

Oooh
And they did unfold and the wind it did feel them
And they did unfold and the wind it did feel them
And they did unfold and the wind it did feel them

And they did unfold and the wind
And so the outside, it bashes us in
Bashes us about a bit
Feel it tugging you, ploughing you flat
Then feel it filling your sails
And warm on your back