Dead on the beach
but
they teach wood to float
don't they?

under a grey sky
we all die
a branch at
a time.

I have sunk and I've swum
been there and
I've come
ah
but that's for
adults only.

We spend most of our lives
preparing to live
and when we arrive
there's nothing
left to give

The old Queen would've known what to do,
the new one we know hasn't got a clue,

I keep my calm in a tin box
it stops it evaporating.