nYou're leagues across a roomnThe lighting's so dim I hardly seenYou're talking and waiting for menYou're getting much smaller as you speaknnYou're pulling out your hair for nothingnWhat you say to me rings clearnI'm growing so big, so dumb and blindnI'm forty stories highnnDon't run away from menI tell you, my eyes are black as ironnI'm stepping on houses, trees, and townsnMy crying makes everybody drownnnI died right in the oceannI died just like a whalenI died right in the ocean