The west, the warm, the sunny south
 I see it's full of ancients
 For call the space between the crave
 That sound of road to me too

 [bad word] 
 There’s someone here who laughs too hard at everything
 There’s someone here who laughs too hard at everything
 You say isn’t it hard?
 Paddling out, paddling out
 You say isn’t it hard?
 Paddling out, paddling out

 For out to London, maintain crowd around here for the weekend
 We hide to take us close before
The sun is [bad word] 
 I used to lie thinking clouds aside here and which was dust
 I lie as I throw myself out in the shower cold and thin

 [bad word] 
 There’s someone here who laughs too hard at everything
 There’s someone here who laughs too hard at everything
 You say isn’t it hard?
 Paddling out, paddling out
 You say isn’t it hard?
 Paddling out, paddling out

 You say isn’t it hard?
 Paddling out, paddling out
 You say isn’t it hard?
 Paddling out, paddling out