january

we saw our breath under the streetlights on the coastline

but we were warm with cheap coats on and the glow in our eyes

anybody with half their mind would've kept warm inside

but we're young and have a point to prove

so let's do this in style

there's half a trillion pebbles on brighton beach

and tonight they are the stage on which we sing

we will all sing

yeah

it's freezing outside

but fuck it

we don't mind

it's been seven hours since they switched the lights off on the pier

but we've been doing alright with the starlight as our chandelier

we met the waves at the edge of the sea

and staring out into the water

we will sing

we will all sing

the bitter cold cuts like a knife on january nights

nothing has a value when all time is in suspension

so in this moment

we're historic and rich with good intentions