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...)