And so the outside, it bashes us in Bashes us about a bit Feel it tugging you, ploughing you flat Then feel it filling your sails And warm on your back Oooh And blessed are those who see and are silent And blessed are those who see and are silent And blessed are those who see and are silent Blessed are those who see So won’t you hoist up the bucket now, Charlie? Hoosh it all over the dead Cause we’ve been getting most mightily filthy Mud marks up to our necks Oooh And they did unfold and the wind it did feel them And they did unfold and the wind it did feel them And they did unfold and the wind it did feel them And they did unfold and the wind And so the outside, it bashes us in Bashes us about a bit Feel it tugging you, ploughing you flat Then feel it filling your sails And warm on your back