I will sink your medieval armada With just a whisper My softness is a lash These lips a thousand times more ferocious Than all your fabled sabres And your army of same So beat your battle drums Like all the other ones That have come, unsung To smash their arrogance on gibraltar So beat your battle drums Like all the other ones That have come Struck dumb To smash their arrogance on gibraltar To smash their arrogance on gibraltar To smash their arrogance on gibraltar I will sink your medieval armada (That was the season we all wore white Traitorous butterflies whirled in the light Langorous fugitives hidden in plain sight That was the season We all wore white) The beautiful feeling is coming again