Lying as if under water
Eyelids keeping shade
They won’t swim, dear
Don’t you fret,
They’re already dead
Can you drown in holy water?
Some things best left unsaid

The mirror clouding over
Took away your name
Head made of lead
Sink on down
Where lies pile up like bones
Will you hold onto your grain of sand?
An oyster in the gloom below

The world’s white edge
A spinning top
Yet no current in the waters
Heaven’s dreamed of, in despair
A child stolen from the cradle
And does the salt now burn your eyes?
As someone whisper’s their goodbyes

Were you sleeping
Were you dead
With shutters on your eyes
The dead bell rings
Someone’s done for
Can you bring the dead to life?
The wind’s hand reaches for the shore