Lyrics - Prophet Of Doom by 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

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