Somebody screamed last night at the cinema
At a prize-winning film about the Spanish armada
I wasn't into it anyway, but a girl got enraged and I wanted to say:

"Patience, don't start fires behind the lines in times of peace
When troubles wait like storm clouds, the sun will rise in the East."

We leave at dawn, so you'd better pack your suitcase
Full of intricate things that justify you
That don't ask for favours or even questions
That don't get involved or expect the truth.

Lights march forward from Hyde Park Corner
Eyes gaze skyward at grey, everyone looks grey and tired

I've never been a believer, but my faith in
myself has been put to the test
Nobody dreamed I'd amount to much anyway
Only time bears the proof, which is why I say...