Boo

[Intro]
As I set down these notes on paper, I'm obsessed by the thought that I might be the last living man on earth
2-X-2-L, calling C-Q
2-X-2-L, calling C-Q
2-X-2-L, calling C-Q, New York
Isn't there anyone on the air?
Isn't there anyone on the air?
Isn't there anyone?

Inside this leaking submarine the hull is closing in
The water is above my ankles and I still can't get you off of my
I don't think that we can pull this one off
We shall see, time will tell, what is time, and why does it taste like salt water inside of my mouth?

Some day I will sail again to a distant shore far away
I will sail again to a distant shore far away

If the line snaps and there's no air, will you hold me?
If I'm asleep, will you wake me?
If this rises and we hit the waves, will you dive back down?

Some day I will sail again to a distant shore far away
I will sail again to a distant shore far away

Hi ho
Something's tugging on my leg and there it goes
Shallow water must be on the horizon but still too far to go
Spilling blood so fast I can't keep up much more

Sorry, sorry, can't go no more
Sorry, sorry, can't go no more
Sorry, sorry, can't go no more (far away)
Sorry, sorry, can't go no more
Sorry, sorry, can't go no more (far away)
Sorry, sorry, can't go no more
Sorry, sorry, can't go no more
Sorry, sorry, can't go no more
Sorry, sorry, can't go no more

(I look down at my blackened hands...)