Album: Realism (2010)

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 I love you
Know that I wrote
My last words to you
From a sinking boat