British Sea Power. Blackout. Zeneszám

Welcoming the cool rain in of the astounding dawn
Watch the birds hovering over narrow moor
In deeper lines of deeper sleep into the tumuli
All the pretty machinery under the sky

For you have drunk all your beer go drown your empty selves
For then you will have lost it all the last of this Island

As you blackout
Blackout again, my love

So bring it down, let it fall, into a drizzling bliss
Then we'll hyperventilate in the old forest
Then I will see all those things, things that can not be seen

For you have drunk all your beer, go drown your empty selves
For then you will have lost it all, the last of this island

As you blackout
Blackout again, my love
Blackout again, my love