All of this aching for nothing

All of this breeding so crowds will keep coming

To watch while the men drag the river

For bodies and treasures below

All of our lives we keep dreaming

That some day our bodies will burst into beauty

And shake off the weight of the earth's pull

That leaves us so close to the ground

All of my time in the bottle

Never carried my note to your shore

Never granted myself any wishes of three

But I broke myself over your bow

I broke myself over your bow

So I took to the sea like a dead tree

To rescue a soul that was taking on water

I knew that you could never save me

But I climbed on your cross anyway

If that great fire dies too early

If I take kindly to darkness one evening

Remember the ink and the paper

That mistook each other for foes

All of my time in the mirror

Never signaled your ship to my shore

Never saw in its mimic the fairest

But I shattered the moment I fell

I shattered the moment I fell

Drink if you will of this hemlock

Give the men reason to take to the water

If nothing remains in your memory

Remember the sound of regret