Leave my house
Leave the troubles at the door
I need the coast of the East of England

He says ”we’re all going one day
Why cling on?”
I think that he and I will be saved

I want to see the electricity
On the masts of the ships
As the storm builds

Lighthouse beams
I know where I am
By counting the flashes

Years ago I read that there were
Ghosts here
I want to see the electricity
On the masts of the ships
As the storm builds