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

OOh

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

OOh

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