[A capella intro - 30 seconds, no reverb, close mic]
Day 400. Still no ocean.
Built a raft from car doors. It doesn't float. It never will.
The crew has stopped speaking. They just make paddling motions with their hands.
I caught one of them licking dust. Said it tasted like salt. Said if he closed his eyes, he could hear waves.
I closed my eyes.
I heard nothing.
End log entry.
[Band enters - waltz time, clean guitar, bass walking]
[Verse 1]
Day 401 / I built a compass / Points to where the water was
Day 402 / I carved a sextant / From a femur and some fuzz
Day 403 / I climbed a dune / Thought I saw the tide
Just a heat wave playing tricks / Just the dust inside my eyes
[Chorus]
Log entry / Log entry / The captain's going mad
He talks to skeletons / And the only friend he's had
Is a splintered oar / And a hunger for the shore
Log entry / Log entry / He doesn't log anymore
[Verse 2]
Day 405 / The crew abandoned ship / Took the raft I built
Left me with a single paddle / And a skull that's full of guilt
I asked the skull what day it was / It said: "Does it matter?"
I said: "No, I suppose it doesn't." Then my teeth began to chatter
[Chorus]
Log entry / Log entry / The captain's going mad
He talks to skeletons / And the only friend he's had
Is a splintered oar / And a hunger for the shore
Log entry / Log entry / He doesn't log anymore
[Breakdown - waltz slows, almost stops]
[spoken, exhausted]
Day... I don't know. I drew a ship in the sand. I laid down inside it.
I pretended the dust was water.
I pretended the wind was waves.
I pretended I wasn't alone.
[sung, broken]
I pretended...
[Outro - waltz stumbles, then stops]
[sung, fading]
Log entry... log entry... captain signing off...
The ocean never answers... but I still radio the cough...
[last line, spoken:]
...of a wave that never comes.
[Single guitar chord. Then silence.]
AsheTheHyena
