Shall we follow shall we follow

Shall we find another day

Blind old explorers pretending to stay

Gales and galleons are drawing them away

Lies unspoken

The day is broken anyway

Shall we bury shall we bury

Shall we hide it underground

Ours are no roots to be cherished or found

Jungles grow before the man who looks around

Coffins token

The day is broken anyway

Give me your anchor-arm

Let us be one among two

Blown down corridors long

Shall we linger shall we linger

Shall we revel at the feast

Bold bright-eyed saints now the weeping has ceased

Bless the bluer skies whose storms have been released

Break your token!

The day is broken anyway!

Give me your anchor-arm

Let us be one among two

Blown down corridors long