Prophet of Doom - The Samples

How can I pretend there’s no end sitting in this boat

All alone on the sea just something drifting by

I always will remain somewhat grim about the future

But here I can dream I’m floating by your house

And the water turns to gras and disappears

Somewhere out in space there’s a tree

With someone underneath seeking shade from their sun

That I can’t even see, I’d like to see their face

In alien moonlight but now all around, the sea begins to stir

I’m reminded where I am they disappear

A mile or two below solid ground is waiting for me now

At least I will return to what I’m made of

How can I pretend there’s no end sitting in this boat

All alone and the sea will swallow me

I always will believe we still have a future of some kind

But now floating to your door

Floating to your door and the water turns to grass

Floating to your door