Текст песни The Water Below - Another Sky

There's a girl
Made of debris
While I build a home
She builds a boat

The wood of
Her mottled skin
Rots from the absence
Of anything

Over-grown and outgrown
Inner city melancholy
Where we burn to glow
Or sink, dark and opaque
In The Water Below

I was a girl
Made of debris
Now I build a home
In my body