I open my eyes, everything shines
I swim as the breeze blows down the coast
Down on my luck, breathing my last
Dirty old hands carry me home

Red sky turning round
Black rain falling down
If you've got love
You better hope that that's enough
Sandstorm cuts your skin
Black clouds circling
If you've got love
You better hope that that's enough

You came from the south
To Lebanon shores
Folding our clothes,
Dived in too deep
The blackest of seas glittering red
Lit by the fire over our heads

Red sky turning round
Black rain falling down
If you've got love
You better hope that that's enough
Sandstorm cuts your skin
Songbirds circling
If you've got love
You'd better hope that that's enough

You'd better hope that that's enough

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): JESSE QUIN, RICHARD DAVID HUGHES, TIMOTHY JAMES RICE-OXLEY, TOM CHAPLIN