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