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.