Look At My Knees, That Island Rising From The Steamy Seas! The Candles A Tall Lightship; My Two Hands Are Boats And Barges Anchored To The Sands, With Mighty Cliffs All Round; They're Full Of Wine And Riches From Far Lands.... I Wonder What It Feels Like To Be Drowned? I Can Make Caves, By Lifting Up The Island And Huge Waves And Storms, And Then With Head And Ears Well Under Blow Bubbles With A Monstrous Roar Like Thunder, A Bull-Of-Bashan Sound. The Seas Run High And The Boats Split Asunder.... I Wonder What It Feels Like To Be Drowned? The Thin Soap Slips And Slithers Like A Shark Under The Ships. My Toes Are On The Soap-Dish, That's The Effect Of My Huge Storms; An Iron Steamer'S Wrecked. The Soap Slides Round And Round; He's Biting The Old Sailors, I Expect.... I Wonder What It Feels Like To Be Drowned?