Magnetic Fields (The)
From a Sinking Boat
In the middle of the night,With a sickening soundThis little boatRan agroundThe mast is twisted, the hull is breachedOne high tide and it'll be beachedIf I could walk, I'd walk awayBut I haven't slept since yesterdayThe ink is sinking, the page is blurredAnd I can't read a single wordBut I know I love you,Know what I wroteMy last words to youFrom a sinking boat.
From Letras Mania