We drift on down this long way
Through our dark and shallow grave
We lost all light to guide the way
We lost our voices just the same
A poole of water at our feet
Still someone that we must meet
Whispers rising from the deep
And you can only hope that this is just a dream
Row on
Row on
Row on
Row on
Cull the bones and scatter weak
Holy just enough to see
So as we drift on down the way
I hear those bells it's time to pay
Row on
Row on
Row on
Row on
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