Suns of Britain

We seen hope and we seen heart
But now we’re in a faraway land
These bright things I’ve seen ‘em skyward
So I’m ripping my head out of the sand
If I heard a call to arms I think I’d stand up
'Cause from this day forth and forever I wanna look up
Are you feeling, breaking, falling, aching?
I say step up, step up, step up, step up, up your game
Are you grieving, hating, seething, slating?
I say step up, step up, step up, step up, up your game
Tonight we cast the suns of Britain
End of the world, end of my bed
Curled out of my head, bedroom Armageddon
A meddling millennial mind trying to find replies to broken teenage dreams
(«Why ain’t it gone all perfect for me?»)
But sleep’s a saviour and the morning sun beats a braver rhythm than the night
Might take a step outside with the young, old, black, white
(«You just don’t get it, we’ve gone and left it!»)
But I’m fed up with this nihilist don’t-give-a-shit aesthetic
It’s pathetic, useless, fruitless
And I recognise this eye-for-an-eye life can leave you toothless and blind
Making it tough to chew, tough to see but believe
That the suns of Britain warm all our cheeks
Get up on your feet
This is our Britain
Are you feeling, breaking, falling, aching?
I say step up, step up, step up, step up, up your game
Are you grieving, hating, seething, slating?
I say step up, step up, step up, step up, up your game
Tonight we cast the suns of Britain