Too late
They hate us
Too late
They despise us
Too late

They hate our hearts
Too late
They tore us apart
Our love

Is this just a dream?
Another dream
Of pitch-dark waves

Cries of the crow
Full of tears
Too late

Pillows turned to thorns
The world fell asleep
Too late
The sea is silent
It thunders
A message in a bottle of hearts

Rarely do the sirens sing
Fire burns in their cave
Our hearts drift away