Tugboat

No-one cares for our hearts on that shore,
They always cut loose and drink,
But what if we need saving?

What if we need saving from this whipping wind?

This vessel's a stranded pebble to the sea,
So save us, or we sink.
We need saving.

Flares aren't quite imaginative enough,
They only think they're fireworks...
Well, this is November the fifth.

Everyone think of a warmer time,
Rid your dying hearts of the chill,
And learn to love the sea,
But do it quickly.

You know, we could die in an aeroplane,
Or maybe a car crash,
Or both,
then a coma,
But better,
Much better,
This tugboat.