Trouble is

Nowadays

We go walking in the rain

Protected by our plastic parasols

From the mists

To the waves

We don't think we ever will implode again

The mighty leaden rollers rushing in to kill us all

But the ships are swiftly sinking

And the submarine in which I am

Sequestering myself

Is failing to produce a proper answer

I'm thinking to myself

I'm telling me that deftly I'll be

Giving my advice to all the world, that

The cells we're in are splitting

So it's looking like

It's likely that it's cancеr

You looked sweet

Standing there

Smiling at mе sleepily

Suspiciously like someone who is dead

Shake the sheets

Let 'em air

We'll go down in history

Conspicuously grinning like the cat who's in the story life we've led

And the ships are softly sighing

As the sedimental seafloor says

A prayer to bring them home

And sings a sullen cradle song of death

I'm thinking to myself

I'm telling me that certainly we

Haven't got the heart to tell the world that

The tumors are malignant

So the time is coming

When we'll breathe our last breath

From the start

Where was I?

I was not the kind of guy

To look a fading flower in the eye

Cross your heart

Hope to die

Hope to soon be sailing smoothly heaven-high

Surrounded by the seabirds as they skim the starless sky