Testo: XTC. English Settlement. Yacht Dance.

We, we will dance like tiny boats
with cotton sails upon the tops of the seas,
that would pull us down to the depths and crush us flat
if given half a chance.
no need to look back to pictures of lost,
when all was rust.
we, we will skim across the surface of the mud as
if we're spinning pebbles
oh, in our yacht dance oh, in our yacht dance
we, we will dance like tiny boats
with cotton sails upon the tops of the seas,
made of people stained with scorn
who never see the light of real love.
no need to look back through diaries of lost
now turned to dust.
we, we will skate across the surface of the storm as if
we're wheeling sea-birds.
oh, in our yacht dance
oh, in our yacht dance.
and how they'll be jealous of both of us!
in our yacht dance.
we, we will dance like tiny boats
with cotton sails upon the tops of the seas,
that would pull us down to the depths and crush us flat
if given half a chance.
no need to look back to pictures of lost,
when all was lost
we, we will skim across the surface of the mud as
if we're spinning pebbles.
oh, in our yacht dance
oh, in our yacht dance.