| Lyrics: | As I set down these notes on paper,
I'm obsessed by the thought that I might be the last living
man on earth.
2X2L calling CQ...
2X2L calling CQ...
2X2L calling CQ... 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
Now that 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?
Someday I will sail again,
To a distant shore, far away.
I will sail
again,
To a distant shore, far away...
If the line snaps,
There's no air,
Will you
hold me?
If I'm asleep,
Will you wake me?
If this rises,
We hit the waves,
Will
you dive back down?
Someday, I will sail again,
To a distant shore, far away.
I will
sail again,
To a distant shore far away.
High hope
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 far away.
Sorry,
sorry,
Can't go no more.
Sorry, sorry,
Can't go no more.
(2X2L calling
CQ...)
Sorry, Sorry,
Can't go far away.
(2X2L calling CQ . . .)
Sorry,
sorry,
Can't go no more.
(2X2L calling CQ . . . New York)
Sorry, sorry,
Can't go no
more.
(Isn't there anyone on the air?)
Sorry, sorry,
Can't go no more
(Isn't there
anyone on the air?
Isn't there anyone?) |
