Teksty: Stornoway. Beachcomber's Windowsill. Here Comes The Blackout.

You're standing on the only chair
And you're singing to the screens and the moving stairs
All on your own in the arrivals

You heard it in the watchman's cry
And you saw it in the bleeding evening sky
You got a swiss army in your pocket

Cos here comes the blackout
Now the hooded snake controls your mind
Stole your eye on the 7th of July
Got to learn to love our neighbour
Before our neighbour starts scaring the love out of us

Before they frighten the love out of us

In the story of the matchstick girl
She was freezing on the streets of Petersberg
She lit a match upon a warmer world

But here comes the blackout
Now the hooded snake controls your mind
Stole your eye on the 7th of July
Got to learn to love our neighbour
Before our neighbour starts scaring the love out
The hooded snake controls your mind
Stole your eye
So now we got to love our neighbour
Before our neighbour starts scaring the love out of us
Out of us

(Thanks to Sarah for these lyrics)