Save your soul
It's bright with holes
Rays on pinion
Lay me down

Our [bad word] lies in mighty wing
As we [bad word] ourselves into the drink
Pitched boats sail and ploughmen toil
To drift on and work the soil

Stow your gaze
Away these waves
Stain reflection
May we drown

This is our last goodbye
This is our final cry
This separation of bird and bone
Is an introduction to tide and lung

We've resigned ourselves to soar home
Despite these wayward rays