As you drown, I fought oceans in vain; it's cold now under the moon. It's hard to breathe... breathe. Her screaming I hear from deepest seas, her voice I hear in the piano. Amid the cold roof of the charnel house, arisen from the sweet sick burning scent; I'm torn, lovelorn, lonely, dying. Her screaming I hear from deepest seas, her voice I hear in the piano. The quill it dances painting the paper, and I play not the music but a woman's soft voice, a ghostly message from the girl I'd die for. Excuse me Mother, but I must join her now.