all these years i'd forgotten
how i longed for the sea
the salty air, the wind in my hair
it feels like a distant memory

riding the crest, on my loyal water-steed
the shoreline lay as serene as could be
the million sunsets we shared
the crisp sting of the tides's rise and fall in our eyes

oh, the battles we fought
the triumphs that we celebrated
do you recall the bitter taste of defeat?
our battle scars long faded now, the aftertaste remains
yet more determined than ever before, we basked in the pain

the thousand natural shocks of senility
whittle us down to the end of our wits.
we've got one foot in the grave
we're at the end of our wits.

i will always love you, my [bad word] death's door, i'll be by your side 'til the end
don't weep for me now, my love
i'll join you soon enough

my one [bad word] friend.