not waving but drowning (Tikaram Tanita)

Nobody heard him, the dead man But still he lay moaning I was much further out than you thought And not waving but drowning Old man, he always loved looking And now he's dead It must have been too cold for him His heart gave way, they said Oh no, no it was too cold always And still the dead one lay moaning And I was much too far out all my life And not waving but drowning