I was born again every night Into trial for a while Half awake Out of breath Shivering Saying things What's happening? What's going on? Who's hiding there? Anywhere? The other side of getting by is losing every sense of pride When our lungs collapse When our voices dissolve I will join the choir When the waves roll in And we all turn to dust In between to fires I'll try to forgive myself On mountaintops In monasteries On river banks In cemeteries In prison cells On balconies In dancing halls Through guillotines I was born again every night Tunnelling to the light The other side of getting by is losing every sense of pride Above a thousand islands in my sleep We lose our treasures in the sea I find myself now proudly stealing the parts I need for me When our lungs collapse When our voices dissolve I will join the choir When the waves roll in And we all turn to dust In between to fires I'll try to forgive myself