Black Ice

The weatherman has no alibi

For a coastline in decline

He's just praying for some quiet time

In front of the TV

And the polar bears are losing friends

Let’s raise a glass to the end

Of everything we’ve ever known

Here comes the rising sea

Black ice in April, forest fires in May

Build my final sandcastle before the rising waves

And we'll still insist that some things will never change

Let's pretend that some things will never change

Another migrant body buried in the sand

Someone send a body bag

Or some navy ships to intervene

The annual feign of sympathy

Those cue cards are hard to read

And the talking heads, and the disbelief

Turn a blind eye, in my suit and tie

It's all too hard to see

Black ice in April, forest fires in May

Build my final sandcastle before the rising waves

And we'll still insist that some things will never change

Let's pretend that some things will never change

We thought we’d played a blinder

With that ace up my sleeve

But the ice is melting in my drink

Best wrap up the after dinner speech