[Verse 1]
Not like secrets, twisted alibis for empty graves
Unlike letters cut and burned a thousand times

[Chorus]
Not like hours
Coiled in coffins
Weeping echoes
Weeping echoes

[Verse 2]
Not by statues, golden monuments for houses of worship
Unlike banners with great white sails torn to shreds, no!

[Verse 3]
Not like promises, hungry shadows in cold dark alleys
These rocky shores are crafted by the pulse of the sea
By the pulse of the sea

[Coda]
And here I go on