[Verse 1]

I'm imagining rippling fingers on keys

Miming it wild on a cold stone table

Picturing and wishing for home and jiggling my knees

Send an urgent cable



[Verse 2]

Dickhead's done a runner and he's wondering

If anyone cares

Is the landing light on

Back to the pebbles that mum's eggs hatched in

Give me her perfume

Give me her prayers and advice



[Pre-Chorus]

Hands up if you've never seen the sea

I'm from a land with an island status

Makes us think that everyone hates us

Maybe darling they do

But they haven't met you

They only know the villains at the tiller

And they gambled the farm on a headline



[Verse 4]

Jesus, getting harder to see what they're doing 'til it's done

And they're never gonna make an arrest on Fleet Street



[Chorus]

Yes and I'm given to believing in love

I've written the word in my blood

And I perch on a shelf of the K2

Made of the believers that

Love, opens the fist just enough for a hand

To slip into the hand



[Verse 5]

I've been asleep in the woods with a mother to be

Planning on a static caravan in the Andes

Making a break with the steel magpie on the rise

Defeat in our time or do we

Meet on the street again due to the few?

Batter it out and refresh vendetta

Better surely to pause

Consider the path

It's full of blood, snot and teeth and the glory of no one



[Pre-Chorus]

Hands up if you've never seen the sea

We're from a place with an island status

Queuing round the corner for a pencil and paper again

Come the virus of virii

God send us to a digital end

With following strangers and swiping at friends

I'll send you a postcard

See you in Hull

In a sweater made of Atacama llama wool



[Chorus]

Yes and I'm given to believing in love

I've written the word in my blood

I've seen it make a heaven of

Backstreet, bedsit and bomb site living room

Love, opens the fist just enough for a hand

To slip into the hand



Yes and I'm given to believing in love

I've written the word in my blood

I've seen it make a heaven of

Backstreet, bedsit and bomb site living room

Love, opens the fist just enough for a hand

To slip into the hand, to slip into the hand