From A Sinking Boat

In the middle of the night with a sickening sound

This little boat ran aground

The mast is twisted, the hull is breached

One high tide and it'll be beached



If I could walk I'd walk away

But I haven't slept since yesterday

The ink is sinking, the page is blurred

And I can't read a single word



But I know that I love you, know that I wrote

My last words to you from a sinking boat