The light blurs out into the way of the tall ships.
The boys playing football and the girls building sand pits.
The seagulls screaming,
The crowd cheering.
Lifeboats launching,
The sun is scorching on this sunny day.
The flags are flying,
The waves go flying,
The fish are biting,
No children crying.
Where are the dogs? Where are the fireworks?
Where are all the rich people driving there mercs?
The beach is packed, the sand castles cracked on this freezing night.
One direction singing, crowds seem to be leaving.
One direction sacked,
oh look, crowds are back!