Water swirls up my neck
I scream my reaction is knee-jerk
Maybe its Karma, all my life I have been a jerk
I always thought I would always be on top of the deck
Lying on the ocean floor on my back
The cold ocean tides sweep across my feet
Regret, misery cloud my line of thought
The ocean tides have shipwrecked me
I am Robin Crusoe without Friday
No one picked up my Mayday
No one was there to help me, there were all on May Day
Everything is just higgledy-piggledy
I guess the last laugh was with the fat lady
My thought was that everything would remain sweat and candy
I am sinking from the tides of Hurricane Sandy
In the depth of loneliness, like Peter Pan without Wendy
I lived my life like tomorrow never existed
All advise I resisted
Stuck in the middle of the Atlantic
Once upon a time I lived on the Titanic
But now I float on a wooden plank
Two words describe the way I lived “Daft and Punk”
My mind and body has been ravished by this Dark Tide