No point preaching to a choir, that don’t need no preacher
No point teaching an old dog, that don’t need no teacher

When you go out take me with you
When you blackout make me brand new
Making old friends and running head first and heart free into the sea, into the sea

Oh my mother look stars, shining up there
Last week smaller, just like a lamp in the year

When you go out take me with you
When you blackout make me brand new
Making old friends and running head first and hear free into the sea, into the sea
Ooooooooooo

She don’t wanna be loved in the same way,
When the tide turns, the wind blows the same way
Beggars will choose and losers will become queens
In the blue

Oooooo
Oooooo
Oooooo
Ooooooo