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British Sea Power Open Season

I'm leaving here Getting out of this place Leaving here Getting out of this place Only certain kinds of people Can take these things Get up in the morning

Everything you said was true Everything you did was you Everything I started with her Ended on an oily stage where I wrote elegiac stanzas for you I

Going to the land beyond To the land beyond To the land beyond From the sea to the land beyond From the sea to the land beyond From the sea to the land

Drape yourself in greenery Become part of the scenery Ever since time immemorial It's all stored up in chemicals Witness the demolition of boy in prime

Victorian ice and Edwardian snow You'll find yourself asking Is there something below? Cause your surface area is like old whale bones Preserved in

and cold but your heart is unbroken My favourite foremost coastal antartic shelf Oh Larsen B, oh you can fall on me Oh Larsen B, desalinate the barren sea