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Surfing The Green On Black
Sitting in a hospital room, I'm feeling pretty scared,
Looking at my darling one with a bandage round his head,
I don't know if he'll survive I don't know if he'll die,
All I know is that I need to hope and not to cry,
As I look onto my man his eyes closed tight in pain,
I surf the waves of his heartbeat as they flicker up and down,
I hope to god he'll stay alive at least to say goodbye,
The green on black of the machine flickers up and down,
My man he breathes so heavily and groans from time to time,
I hope he wakes up soon to see the beauty of the lake,
I lean in close to feel once more his breath upon my neck,
As I look onto my man he seems peaceful and free,
The sea I surf has flatlined now,
Extinguished my man's flame,
And I can't stop thinking of,
The insurance that I'll claim.
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