[Verse 1]
England isn't getting any less grey
And you want to die 'cause I never laugh anymore
At least not in front of you
The cold, grey walls don't owe us a living
And nobody's paying you to have the coldest heart
On Merseyside
And I'm not gonna die no matter how much you'd like me to

[Chorus]
Throwing my arms around the angel of the north
For always weathering it and getting on

[Verse 2]
Down south, the rocks at Brighton, they sing to me
They can hardly tell that I'm American anymore
I fooled them with my overcoat
And insightful opinions on football
And yesterday's Sunday roast in my stomach

[Chorus]
Throwing my arms around the angel of the north
For always weathering it and getting on
Throwing my arms around the angel of the north
You may see me walk away, but I'll never run
You may see me walk away, but I'll never run
You may see me walk away, but I'll never run