We, the drowned

Hold our hollow hearted ground

Til we swallow ourselves down

Again.

We, the ashes,

We spend our days like matches

And burned ourselves as black as

The end.

We know not the fire in which we burn

But we sing and we sing

And the flames grow higher.

We read not the pages which we turn

But we sing, and we sing, and we sing, and we sing.

We, the wrong,

We the sewn up and long gone,

Were before and all along

Like this.

We, the drowned

The lost and found out,

We are all finished again.