I'd better write now for time is fleeting, fleeting away like the day
around and around my thoughts are retreating, I forgot what I wanted to say
I've tried and I've tried, I've fought and I've died
yes I've died along the deep bay
The bay of confusion the bay of regret the bay of not knowing what needs to have met
and my words they keep drifting away and away, my words they keep drifting away.