The Crown

Twin spirals and smoke

From fire

It can’t really be - lost

When the diamonds

Are sparkling half-past the crown

There - the flower-footed

Hangmen with dangly-little limbs

We’ve got them locked up in the basement

While we’re looking at

Our wins

It’s your backyard salt water

Letting in that greed

It’s not the castle spire

Door-hook or the heavy-faced staff

We’ve got a million secret hideouts

Where you can’t have your

Rats

But they all still come and find me

And I’m sick of setting traps -

When the shiny treasure’s gone

And there’s no one else to find

And the rocky walls are buried

Under piles of uncrossed lies

We can’t even look -

Cause there’s salt still in our eyes

We are less and we are drowning

And the crown has been denied