From a Sinking Boat

In the middle of the night, With a sickening sound This little boat Ran aground The mast is twisted, the hull is breached One high tide and it'll be beached If I could walk, I'd walk away But I haven't slept since yesterday The ink is sinking, the page is blurred And I can't read a single word But I know I love you, Know what I wrote My last words to you From a sinking boat.