Lisa Hannigan - We, The Drowned

We, the drowned Hold our hollow hearted ground Till we swallow ourselves down Again, again We, the ashes We spend our days like matches And we burn our ships as black as The end, the end The end, the end We know not the fire in which we burn But we sing and we sing and the flames go higher We read not the pages which we turn But we sing and we sing and we sing and we sing Oh we the wrong, We the sewed up and long gone Were we fallen all along Like this, like this Like this, like this We, the drowned The lost And found out We are all finished