Staithes or Whitby Town, I’ll wear my wedding gown

All the little things I didn’t understand
All the little things I never noticed
You wanted a long shoe horn of a special brand
You couldn’t be bothered to go voting

All the times I called out,won’t you hurry up
All the times I got a bit impatient.
I must have  put a stopper  on our loving cup
Other people called out, hey,man, he’s ancient.

When you asked for braces I never understood
I didn’t see you emaciation
My head must be full of some  stupid type of wood
I wish I could have been a lot more patient.

I waited at the bus stop while  you went back for  a pee
I got home and  felt  so nauseated
I got a premonition that   either you or  me
Was going to be affected, to be taken

You were the one who was too close to the edge
You  sank down and  so patiently you waited
Then the doctor came and threw you off the ledge
You sank down, you were emaciated.

I guess it was  unfortunate that both of us were sick
Normal life would never  come again
But I  never let go of our golden loving cup
Normal life was  here and then was gone

I wish that I had noticed those tiny little things
You couldn’t eat, you said it was your teeth
Can’t the Lord allow  us to sing our special  song
As I  bend over your dark coffin with a  wreath?

I  wonder was it better we pretended all was well?
Was it better that we acted normally?
Was it  good for you that I  dressed you up so  swell
Would you like me to take you to the Sea?

Staithes or Whitby Town, I’ll wear my wedding gown
Reality’s much more than you or me.
And holding your casket, I’ll leap and  we’ll go down
In our beloved salty ,cold , grey Northern Sea.