It is opening day and a brand new start

The stones have been cleared around the fisherman's hut

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

A lighthouse retired, but a new one was hired

About twenty foot taller, painted in black and white

Twenty million steps with a computer inside instead of him.

Only one road sign

Telling cars to slow down

And a long drop in the ocean

Beware of the rip tide

Broken glass and train lines

It's a new day, and this is england.

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

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

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

Electricity lines flow like veins to the town

In between there is nothing 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 wires

It's a new day, and this is england.

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

There is nothing like washing away

I find this country of mine gets a bad reputation

Of being cold and grey

But on 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

That can't be mirrored by anywhere else.

Homes protruding from stones with their wood-coloured black

Scattered cars in a line, steam rising out the shack

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

And the blue is so bright

You 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.