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
Blessed are those who see and are silent
Blessed are those who see and are silent
Blessed are those who see and are silent
Blessed are those who see
So won’t you hoist up the bucket now, Charlie?
Whoosh it all over the deck
Cause we’ve been getting most mightily filthy
Mud marks up to our necks
Oooh
And they did unfold and the wind it did fill them
And they did unfold and the wind it did fill them
And they did unfold and the wind it did fill 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
