Well, I wrote the tale in which I dwell; I know precisely how it ends   But I don't believe I have the strength to see it through it again   The tide that pulls me, pulls me down, is stronger than before   I only swam in one direction, wish to swim no more      I called you,    Did you call me?   You were always someone I could call on in an emergency.      Well every pal that I had, and every pal I never had   All fallen by the wayside, or just rolling overboard   When I put my trust in them, as I put my trust in you   And every ship adrift for you and every compass spins for you      And blind me, from what I may see   A light that burns in first degree   And hold me, from what I may do   To myself in spite of all despite you      And tender was the fine defeat    And splendid our decline and fall   My eyes were blind to all but you; I wish to see no more.   Now help me to my feet, young man, and guide me to the door   I only ask for one reason; I wish to see no more.      I called you,    Did you call me?   You were always someone I could call on in an emergency.   Did you call me?   I was always someone you could lie to in an emergency.      Oooh... oooh... oooh...