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...