Sinking, like a deep-sea diver, he sings to a wandering star
In the hope of making an extra piece of darkness…

Sinking, like a deep-sea diver, he sings to a wandering star
In the hope of making an extra piece of darkness…
From Bermondsey, not Babel
Not Agrona, more Becuille
Factual, not fable
She was the banquet
At my table