Waves of bliss wash over my dead and battered corpse
Cooling crumbs of foam drifting off some monumental chin
Splashing below onto my scorched skin
But it's already too late

All is calm, peaceful in the lolling surf
A breeze just glances the edge of the tranquil sea
Gulls glide upwards, skipping high above the cast-about debris
But it's already too late

Everyone around looks to be enjoying themselves
Shedding all those umbrellas and toys they carried
But I still lie, dead and half-buried
And it's already too late