The Samples - Prophet Of Doom lyrics

How can I pretend there's no end sitting in this boat All alone on the sea just something drifting by I always will remain somewhat grim about the future But here I can dream I'm floating by your house And the water turns to gras and disappears Somewhere out in space there's a tree With someone underneath seeking shade from their sun That I can't even see, I'd like to see their face In alien moonlight but now all around, the sea begins to stir I'm reminded where I am they disappear A mile or two below solid ground is waiting for me now At least I will return to what I'm made of How can I pretend there's no end sitting in this boat All alone and the sea will swallow me I always will believe we still have a future of some kind But now floating to your door Floating to your door and the water turns to gra** Floating to your door