One man laughed at the story of the boatman. Against our warnings he went out to the white rock and cried, ‘Boatman! Boatman!’. And the boatman came.
Farewell my room of lies, Have you gone at last? I’m lost not paralysed, I may never come back. There’s no answer in the air, Why the lightning struck. You should have known I would not care, Every diamond’s cut, from the dirt.
So I lie alone, And risk each night, I long to let you in. But there’s a life I lost, Drifted out, beforeYou let me in.
I wrote to you in red, Where the sailors dock. And from here I have not left, You’ve become my lock. Still the boatman never came, Why I cannot guess. Don’t you know it’s all the same? Every myth cheats death, Just the same.
So I lie alone, And risk each night, I long to let you in. But there’s a life I lost, Drifted out, before You let me in.