I have found
Gears under the water
Crossed the streets of Acheron

To the docks that tilted up
Towards the lines
And now I'm

In and out of sleep
Have you forgotten me for
flowers in your hair?

Still I run my hands over your dress
I have found seas under the floorboards
I have stood above the wooden planks

Crossed the wandering walls to find
None of there wars!
Have you forgotten me for

flowers in your hair?
Still I run my hands over your dress
Some of us have seen

The Golden Arrows poised
Arc across the courts
Turns us pale

Have you forgotten me for
flowers in your hair?
Still I run my hands over your dress

And our character will never
forget what has happened to that city,
Pushed down like a strain of sick

to the muddy banks...