My broken up speech to the ocean,   As it holds the sun on its shoulders.   I’m waving goodbye as my words chase it away.      I’m choking up bits of my history.   My swollen eyes at the sight of its mystery.   I’m wondering now if this is all subsequent.      And it’s strange I still fear that,   There’s no point in being here: Why?   The change is in the needles that are counting down time.   So stay near.      And it’s strange I still fear that,   There’s no point in being here: Why?   The change is in the needles that are counting down time.   So stay near.      And if you die that’ll be the very day that I do.   But I'll still need you.      And if you die that’ll be the very day that I do.   But I'll still need you.      I'll still need you.   I'll still need you.   I'll still need you.   I'll still need you.      And if you die that’ll be the very day that I do.   But I'll still need you.      And if you die that’ll be the very day that I do.   But I'll still need you.      And if you die that’ll be the very day that I do.   But I'll still need you.