sun draped on a lonely beach
you look at the waves
the tide is pulling in
the sandcastle monuments
to fallen heroes
collapse
and you are alone

the broken wings
of doves of love
disappear
in the lingerie of hope
and the high stacked heels
and twitching feels
disappear down the stairwell darkly

while on the track
as the silent click clack
repeats amongst my brain
in spite of the pain
i echo bob's refrain
won't you come see me queen jane