We, the Drowned
Lisa Margaret Hannigan
We, the drowned
Hold our hollow hearted ground
'Til we swallow ourselves down
Again, again
We, the ashes
We spend our days like matches
And burned our ships as black as
The end, the end
The end, 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, oh
We, the wrong
We, the sewn up and long gone
Were before and all along
Like this, like this
Like this, like this
We, the drowned
The lost and found out
We are all finished again
Again, again
