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