Well, I wrote the tale in which I dwell; I know precisely how it ends
But I don't believe I have the strength to see it through it again
The tide that pulls me, pulls me down, is stronger than before
I only swam in one direction, wish to swim no more
I called you,
Did you call me?
You were always someone I could call on in an emergency.
Well every pal that I had, and every pal I never had
All fallen by the wayside, or just rolling overboard
When I put my trust in them, as I put my trust in you
And every ship adrift for you and every compass spins for you
And blind me, from what I may see
A light that burns in first degree
And hold me, from what I may do
To myself in spite of all despite you
And tender was the fine defeat
And splendid our decline and fall
My eyes were blind to all but you; I wish to see no more.
Now help me to my feet, young man, and guide me to the door
I only ask for one reason; I wish to see no more.
I called you,
Did you call me?
You were always someone I could call on in an emergency.
Did you call me?
I was always someone you could lie to in an emergency.
Oooh... oooh... oooh...