Like snail the voices stick here
Under the floor, on the glass, in here
They still whisper who were here
And them and you

As if seeing not hearing the fear
That crept like snail and hid here
Lives as new as then and hear
Them trill like a bell

As the skyship sails air here
It rings the shell snail ear
Melting the seventy nine year
Curl up in this shell

The burning lips of gas peel
And shrill sounds a siren steel
The souls searing chorus sings

‘Sail away, sail away
Burning whispers of one day
Drop where snail trail glisten
And listen.’

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