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

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