It goes like this.
I've called it Charon
Tangled in night
Awake not asleep
Never as loud
As the gentlest weep
Sailing away, on one final thought
The ferryman paid
His whole vessel bought
Fall from a world, where I don't belong
Fall from the damage, the things I've done wrong
And the ferryman is crossing, to the place I'll remain
And the moments draw longer, an eternal plain
Nothing to suffer, nothing to shame
Nothing to suffer
Left only to sleep