All the ships are sailing far into the horizon of a deep blue sea
I’m away from all the cigarettes and sex on an empty screen
The joy of football of football and ephemera really lights my soul
The crags and knicks of city life makes me feel getting old
I’m not living in Arcadia
I pound the streets as an East Londoner
Oooh ah-ah-ah
I’m feeling intense as I’m watching West Ham and Bowen’s on fire
But I get the blues sometimes I worry my soul is on fire
And the poison I’m imbibing is exhibiting itself as desire
My other half is playing piano and my lyrics are in a funeral pyre
I feel so cold today
I feel so wild today
A colossal beast that hides inside all of us
A soothing balm I hope I can make it
Showing love and desire
I feel so cold today
I lost my soul today
I saw her in the sky
I see her in the sky
I’m ready to die
Love it shows again