I will sink your medieval armada

With just a whisper

My softness is a lash

These lips a thousand times more ferocious

Than all your fabled sabers

And your army of same

So beat your battle drums

Like all the other ones

That have come

Unsung

To smash their arrogance on Gibraltar

So beat your battle drums

Like all the other ones

That have come

Struck dumb

To smash their arrogance on Gibraltar

To smash their arrogance on Gibraltar

To smash their arrogance on Gibraltar

I will sink your medieval armada

That was the season we all wore white

Traitorous butterflies whirled in the light

Langorous fugitives hidden in plain sight

That was the season we all wore white

The beautiful feeling is coming again

The beautiful feeling is coming again

The beautiful feeling is coming again

The beautiful feeling is coming again

The beautiful feeling is coming again

The beautiful feeling is coming again