England - Live from Maynard’s Living Room

It is opening day, and a brand-new start

The stones have been cleared around the fishermen's hut

And the air bites, then leaves, almost invisible cuts on the skin

A lighthouse retired, but a new one was hired

About 20 foots taller, painted in black and white

20 million steps with a computer inside instead of him

Only one road sign tellin' cars to slow down

And a long drop in the ocean

Beware of the riptide, broken glass and train lines

It's a new day, and this is England

Next to the pub with the flag that's workin' flexible hours

There's a mismatch of carriages soil in a boat for some flowers

Fairy lights on a building that's supplyin' us power from the sea

Electricity lines flow like veins to the town

In-between, there is nothin' but grass and pebbles on the ground

Do not enter the wild here if you want to be found for the free

View the flame of sunrise, cut in half by the sky

And the empty of the desert

Team of birds that swerve by, and then land on the wire

It's a new day, and this is England

When it's time to escape from the heavy of this

There is nothin' like washin' away

I find this country of mine gets a bad reputation

Of bein' cold and gray

From the Coast of the South to the East followed 'round

I find serenity I've never felt

There's a peace and a quiet in this island of ours

Can't be mirrored by anywhere else

Homes protruding from stones with their wood-coloured black

Scattered cars in a line, steam risin' out the shaft

One door at the front, and then just glass out the back for the view

And the blue is so bright, you'll need shades for your eyes

And a cable to pull over

Take a walk and feel like everything will be fine

It's a new day, and this is England