Really late, set off in England's Green

And where the wettest weather

Heart to find

Licking at my salty hand

Mud in March in grass, on land

Running too fast for my feet it

Makes them laugh and fall away from

Under me

Quick enough to make me laugh

Quick enough to be a spark

Having been told this is paradise, it's like

It's getting late

No time to have a good cry (I know I am)

I'm waiting for the Sun to give me a gift of light

And air is nothing worse

But everywhere

Quick enough to be a spark

Lay me cold sea bed

Sea bed's in a mess, comb it all with my hand

Instead I drink the tiny whirlpools that

Make me skid and turn in my sleep

Where I burn

Really late, set off in England's Green

And where the wettest weather

Heart to find

Licking at my salty hand

Mud in March in grass, on land

Quick enough to be a spark

Lay me cold sea bed

Sea bed's in a mess, comb it all with my hand

Instead I drink the tiny whirlpools that

Make me skid and turn in my sleep

Where I burn

Give me a gift, light and air

Nearly on time, nearly there