I looked across the North Sea 

And the sea looked so dead 

(I wondered what this place would look like 

In the next twenty years) 

But where I'm living 

All the shop shelves are full 

Goods to help me shut out 

Scenes of this dying world 



And every time I tried to hide 

The churning of my guts inside 

Everybody failed to heed the warning 

Mother, mother I just stand by 

They push the needle deep inside 

Pump poison in your veins 

Intravenous 



Holidays were different 

All the things I learnt 

All the boys were sunning 

While the skin cancer burnt 

Just for one split second 

I saw the great work of man 

As he turned the forests 

Into deserts of sand