Writing about Death

[Instrumental] [Instrumental] [Verse 1] Like a lost ship In search of a lighthouse I'm blinded and left And am writing about death [Verse 2] Pieces of driftwood Were my only friends Floating off to sea Tangled in seaweed [Chorus] I wonder where they'll end up A part of a house, A splinter in a foot, Or the start of a bonfire [Instrumental] [Verse 3] Where will I end up myself? At a busy port, Or a lonely one? Sunken at the bottom of the ocean? [Bridge] I can see it now Divers pulling me from the depth Long gone, but in my bony hand A leather-bound notebook [Instrumental] [Instrumental] [Outro] With writings about death writing about death I've sunk to the bottom of the ocean And am writing about death [End]