We turn the tide
We hide the clock
We cradle the moon
In case it stops

We stroke the gentle
Hand that stretches
Down to feed us
On this hollowed ground

This hollowed ground.

We ride the lamb
We break the cross
No hollow symbol
Fills our loss

For we have
Each other
We need no one to lead us
From this hollowed ground.

This hollowed ground.

We shall push and we shall pull and we shall fly above it all.