The lonely boat is about to sink
With the troubled paddle which is pink
In the dark grey sky when the birds are mourning
And I can see the shadows crying.
This ship is about to sink
Its patience is on the brink
With no single words to say
But whispering sighs in dismay.
My ship of loneliness will surely sink
And I badly need some wine to drink
This world is full of lies and deceit
And my only advice is to watch your step.