When the love I lost had left me by that savage, sapphire sea.
And the turning tides had told me that no longer she loved me.
I went working, for the season, with Steve Sorrow: my best friend.
For I knew, that love and loving, had for me, now reached an end.
We went selling, up in Bispham, windows, worked for Big John Cash.
He was stout, but smart and savvy, wore a suit and black moustache.
Work was easy, Johnny told us, windows almost sell themselves.
Steve said: “I am not convinced, I’d rather we were stacking shelves.”
Double glazing wasn’t selling, Cash then had to let us go.
Steve said we should just go fishing, for some females; I said no.
Then I said, “there’s no one for me, living on this island earth.
Let’s go drinking, down at Jenk’s Bar, juicy jars of merry mirth.”
When we’d poured away our earnings, we relied on Christian Aid.
Stole the gifts from pouch and pocket. Then Steve said, “we’ve got it made!”
Steve then found us work as Key Men, for Joe Coral, on the Mile.
(Blackpool\'s empty, fake Arcadia, soulless stretch of gold so vile.)
Two months in, we both got fired: thieving money from machines;
we ‘fessed up and said, “we’re sorry, thieving’s kind of in our genes.”
Took a tram, at dawn, up North Shore, sun was rising o’er the sea.
I told Steve, “I have no future, if she won’t come back to me!”
And I fed him my suspicions all about her poisoned mind
made by darling dad and mummy, creatures who could be unkind.
He just nodded, ‘cause he knew me, knew that I was killing time
waiting on the god of battles to reverse this cosmic crime!
All my heart I bared before him, as each scarred and shattered shard
cried for vengeance, on those parents, cursed with hearts stone cold and hard.
And that is how I lived that season: grieving by that sapphire sea
Life was drained of rhyme and reason; she had been my symmetry!
Summer lingered, but the breezes all blew bitter down the pier.
And I said to my friend, Sorrow: “what the hell we doing here?”