Old river Thames

And the Essex marshes

Fugues in free-fall 

And the ending is starting

When two become one

On an ancient swansong

Sung in a minor key

Will it drag you along?

And all for your lover

And so-little for yourself.

Femininity in this bluesy mood

Leaves us on the shelf.

As the tide goes out

Forever

Like the dark stars in the sky

And the friendly-faced moon

Can do little,

So late or so soon

For there's a body in the room.