Lyrics May for a Dead Queen - Ed Dowie

In a car leaving Main Street, you slept in the backseat,
You woke at the MOTO; they'd issued her photo,
It's May for a dead queen; broken at nineteen carelessly

In time, when it's over; in mid (to late) October,
You'll uncover an ardour for Pina Colada
And unfeasibly cold nights,
Watching unending highlights fervently