From one gutter to another,
Until we're lowered ever lower,
There's monsters in our room,
But we're safe under the covers,
And I'm not afraid of death,
Just scared to death to suffer.

Maybe I'm not the ocean,
Maybe I'm just the motion,
Take you to the edge,
And maybe push that little boat in,
Watch you sink against your will,
As I am filled with no emotion.