text: Would you come to me if I was half drowning?
  An arm above the last wave?
  Would you come to me? Would you pull me up?
  Would the effort really hurt you?
  Is it unfair to ask you, to help pull me up?
  The window broke the silence of the matches
  The smoke effortlessly floating
  Pull me up
  Would you be my lord and saviour, pull me up by my hair?
  Now would you kiss me, on my lips?
  Burning fever burning on my forehead
  The brain that once was listening
  Now shoots out its tiresome message
  Won’t you pull me up?
  Scalding, my dead father has the motor and hes driving
  Towards an island of lost souls
  Sunny, a monkey then to monkey
  I will teach you meanness, fear and blindness
  No social redeeming kindness
  Or – oh, state of grace
  Would you pull me up?
  Would you drop the mental bullet?
  Would you pull me by the arm up?
  Would you still kiss my lips?
  Hiccup, the dream is over
  Get the coffee, turn the lights on
  Say hello to junior dad
  The greatest disappointment
  Age withered him and changed him
  Into junior dad, psychic savagery
  The greatest disappointment
  The greatest disappointment
  Age withered him and changed him
  Into junior dad