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
