Adeline

Forget all the clowns, that come to woo you, so many without a yanna, as loud as their woes, ships blow their hooters, every note sings of home, just not what’s gone, that makes them swoon, but you on your throne, your face deadpan, in a bar full of losers, they think you're grand, nothing comes by chance, let the eyes be ruined, everything comes to pass, raise your head and laugh, what can they do to you, counter countenance, strange these ocean towns, all their faded boozers, they need someone to crown, even from the sewer.