If my heart wasn’t a spoilt-ethylene apple
Three weeks since fallen from the tree
I’d cut off my clothes and my hands and my nose
And live as a skeleton under the sea

Eyes-closed-quiet, no thorns no mistake
Too brittle to move, too fluid to break
Ah, how peaceful and sweet and quiet it must be
For those skeletons lying at the bottom of the sea

Bone white, paper-thin, weightless, blind
Nothing much forward, still nothing behind
How sweet how peaceful how quiet it must be
For a skeletom drifting at the bottom of the sea

Of fire, of metal, of steel needles glowing
I’ve had enough, forgive me, don’t you see?
I’ll leave behind my stench, I’ll sink deep down
To be another skeleton at the bottom of the sea

If no one would miss me when I was gone
If I wasn’t pulled back by webs at the quay
I’d let go the burning and sink down, down, down
A nameless skeleton under the sea