A submarine
Dry English ground
Forgotten by the modern crown
With strength and shovel
Dirt under nails
Digging through the struggle
Singing we must never fail
Again

So I did walk
Them hills to find
The boy once
Was
Laid down to die

Eustacia
I put this ghost to rest
Now the train waits
To further streets
I press on
To heal the red
Leave the green
Leave it
Deep In memory
Still all Ive known
All I’ve cared for
Lie in your hills
Tonight

And on them hills
I hear you now
The joy that’s lost
But hope that’s found
The storm your lover
The wind lone friend

Dig through the struggle
Rewrite the end