Nothing At All

I drag my feet on the wet sand I learn to speak like a real man As the sea birds circle and cry The ship docks at a port in my mind And then there is nothing Don't cry Don't feel I can't die because I don't think that death's real It's good It's yours Everything you love will bleed and run its course I've never learned to dance or feel psychic pain I've blistered in the sun in my own self-esteem As the waves washed over my feet I could hear the gulf And then there is nothing There's nothing at all Don't cry Don't feel I can't die because I don't think that death's real It's good It's yours Everything you love will bleed and run its course {indistinct talking} Don't cry Don't feel I can't die because I don't think that death's real It's good It's yours Everything you love will bleed and run its course Don't cry Don't feel I can't sleep because I don't think this dream's real It's good It's yours Everyone you love will bleed and will wash ashore Don't cry Don't feel I won't die because I don't think that death's real It's good It's yours Everyone you love will bleed and run its course