I can feel water licking my arms and my chest,
I’ve floated far from the earth
and the cliffs and the rest. And I’m cold.
If I look on the horizon then all I can see
Is a bank of black clouds stretching in front of me
And this time I really don’t think that I
Will escape. I think I’m dying. I think
I’m fucked. And I’ll soon be dust.

But,
The wolves and the dogs, O they’re done with me.
They’ve uncut my boat, let me drift out to sea
With nothing for comfort but books and lust
So simply put, they didn’t pause, they must
Think that this it. I won’t bother them anymore.
No. No, not like before.

But they’re wrong. ‘Cause,
I just want to live as much as can be
So, I’ll read the first lines of this fine poetry
As I sail beneath clouds, yeah,
As I sail beneath clouds of black.
And from here in my boat I’ll wave you away,
I don’t need your help, no, I don’t dismay:
Although my body may rot and I’ll be forgot
It doesn’t matter ‘cause I’ll tell you what
Just can’t die and I won’t even lie
When I say that love and compassion,
They’ll never be in fashion
But they won’t die.
They’ll never die.

So, I address this song to you in your bed
At night when you can’t sleep or you think you're dead
Because the wolves, they’re baying, they’re baying
At your door. And they mean war.
Just remember that all things at all things monetary
Are contemporary and therefore temporary,
And let yourself drift out alongside me
And sail along on the big deep blue sea
And think you’re free and it will be.
Just remember that all the greats, the crumble to dust
And that all of the evils ideas in this
They will rust. Think you’re free
And it will be, with just these thoughts:

‘I just want to live as much as can be
So, I’ll read some more lines of some fine poetry
And we’ll march beneath banners,
We’ll march beneath banners of black.
And from here in the crowd, yeah, we’ll wave you away,
We don’t need your help and, no, we won’t dismay:
Although our bodies may rot and then be forgot
It doesn’t matter ‘cause we’ll tell you what
Just can’t die and we don’t lie
When we say that love and compassion
Though they aren’t in fashion
They’ll never die.
They just can’t die.’