British Sea Power

Carry on inside of your heart
Under the brine you won't notice the dark
Can stone and steel and horses heels
Ever explain the way you feel?
From Scapa Flow to Rotherhithe,
I felt the lapping of an ebbing tide
Oh the heavy water how it enfolds
The salt, the spray, the gorgeous undertow
Always, always, always the sea
Brilliantine mortality
So irrigate your heart until you know you're complete
And you're draped in kelp, below by 8,000 feet
My soul, she cried, I thought you'd died
Amid fumes of formaldehyde
You have been gone for so long
I felt the lapping of an ebbing tide