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