Well, I wrote the tale in which I dwell; I know precisely how it endsnBut I don't believe I have the strength to see it through it againnThe tide that pulls me, pulls me down, is stronger than beforenI only swam in one direction, wish to swim no morennI called you, nDid you call me?nYou were always someone I could call on in an emergency.nnWell every pal that I had, and every pal I never hadnAll fallen by the wayside, or just rolling overboardnWhen I put my trust in them, as I put my trust in younAnd every ship adrift for you and every compass spins for younnAnd blind me, from what I may seenA light that burns in first degreenAnd hold me, from what I may donTo myself in spite of all despite younnAnd tender was the fine defeat nAnd splendid our decline and fallnMy eyes were blind to all but you; I wish to see no more.nNow help me to my feet, young man, and guide me to the doornI only ask for one reason; I wish to see no more.nnI called you, nDid you call me?nYou were always someone I could call on in an emergency.nDid you call me?nI was always someone you could lie to in an emergency.nnOooh... oooh... oooh...n