The gate
Swings below
Daisies blow through my head
And the tide glimmers low
Grey as lead
Oh darling
Twist my heart like a blood flame
Oh Darling
Peacocks turn in the noon shade.

And I'm ready here in the eye
Of the Solent dancing
With its ghost ships and lies
Turning like a beast in its sleep
Effortless and free
But I'm already here in the eye
Of the Solent dancing.

Peacocks turn in the noon shade
Reaching out to touch
Flint rockrose and your bloodwarmth
The sound of your voice that plays
Silvering the hush between the waves
But I'm already here in the eye
Of the Solent dancing.