The Ship - Ben Weasel

My ship’s coming in,

And I’m watching it from within.

My brain says move ahead,

Even though the waves are fresh in my head,

In my head, (something)

On my heart and my head’s screaming for a break,

A break from the undertow,

Is dragging me away,

My brain is water, my brain is beating fast.

My ship’s lurching in,

And I’ve lost most of your crew,

The stars' falling in,

And the water’s freezing,

My ship’s coming in.

Attached, so awkward, (something)

A crash and (something)

Water’s towards the (something)

I hold out my hand, hopelessly,

I hold out my hand