We had a difficult winter,
We had a rough few months,
And when the storms came in off the coast
It felt like they broke
Everything on us at once.
It’s easy enough to talk about Blitz spirit
When you’re not holding the roof up and knee deep in it.
The pictures and the papers got ruined by the rain,
And we wondered if they’d ever get dry again.

We lost faith in the omens,
We lost faith in the gods,
We just ended up clutching at the empty rituals
Like gamblers clutching long odds.
And I don’t care what the weather man is saying,
Because the last time that I saw him, he was on his knees, he was praying.
The preachers and the scientists got soaked just the same,
And we wondered if they’d ever get dry again.

So open the shutters, raise up the mast,
Rejoice, rebuild, the storm has passed.
Cast off the crutches, cut off the cast,
Rejoice, rebuild, the storm has passed.

But I don’t want to spend the whole of my life indoors,
Laying low and waiting on the next storm.
I don’t want to spend the whole of my life inside;
I want to step outside and face the sunshine.
I'm not going to live the whole of my life indoors.
I'm going to step out and face the next storm.