songs we sang, the fellow named
dropped down and shattered
all the children screamed and scattered
the hopes and dreams that mattered
all the boats took harbour see and
watches in a world in a world of countless enemies
who've have tried and died
at the fear that this fallen angel
we will cry we will cry we will cry again
but the book and torch are floating away
empty bed of stone is the only one left to blame
while we photographed the water
without noticing our losses