It’s so easy to disappear
When you’re not alone
And it’s hard to feel clear
When you’re nothing but a broken bone
Don’t leave me here guessing
About all we haven’t done

And I wonder about the fall
And it wrongly sounds so small

There's a note for the sea
Written by these broken stones
They're lost around the streets
Counting all the broken tongues
Don’t come with bereavement
It may break our mighty bonds

And I wonder about the fall
And it wrongly sounds so small
While the boldness tries to call
All the places are pulling down
All the children are crying loud
There’s a hole inside the town