Who might know of this? 

The notes we left 

Our final thoughts 

And we knew they'd get ours out 



Sink, sink 

Drowned by our country 

Old machine 

Is crushed and forgotten 

Never surface again 



The air runs out 

The captain's first 

So we take to memories 

And layers of clothes 



Up there the family weeps 

Outside hammers 

Noises sound like the end 

And we will never see them 



Sink, sink 

Drowned by our country 

Great machine 

Is crushed, old and rotten 

Never surface again