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