And when the angels comenThey'll cut you down the middlenTo see if you're still there.nTo see if you're still there.nnAnd underneath your ribsnThey'll find a heart-shaped locket,nAn old photographnOf you in Daddy's arms.nnAnd then they'll sow you closednAnd give you back to the waternFrom where we're all bornnFrom where we're all bornnnAnd you'll feed the ghostsnAnd you'll feed the livingnYou will be a strangernAnd you'll be a friendnnYou'll be the lepernYou'll be the healernYou'll be the heronAnd the tragedynnAnd when they sow you closednThey'll give you back to the waternFrom where we're all bornnFrom where we're all bornnnWhen they burn your bodynAll that's left is sand crystalsnTwo tiny handfulsnAll the rest is water, water, waternnAll you need to knownIs you are born of waternYou are made of waternYou are merely water, water, waternnAll you need to knownIs you are born of waternYou are made of waternYou are merely water, water, water