empty box
I cross into a valley. A valley so dark that when I look back I can't see
where I began. I can't see my hands. I don't even know if my eyes are
open.

In the morning I was by the sea, and I swam out as far as I could
swim, 'til I was too tired to swim anymore...
and then I floated, and tried to get my strength back.

Then an empty box came floatin' by.
An empty box and I crawled inside.
Half in the shadows, half in the husky moonlight.