Hymns of Oblivion

I had to ask myself
Like wounded light
Like the hymns of oblivion
In agony, I had to ask myself
My mutilated memory
The sound of the sea
And careless decisions
Of the waiting waters
Still the hope of someone else
Not losing
Eternal torment
A soul
The certainty of glory
Carefully
Carefully considered inertia
Like concentrated rain
Like the intimacy of a fog
A forgotten sky will come to me
Like the intimacy of a fog
Someone else
Not losing
Someone else
Still the hope of someone else
Not losing
Someone else
I had to ask myself
Like wounded light
Like the hymns of oblivion
In agony, I had to ask myself
Mutilating memory
The sound of the sea
The careless waiting waters
Certainty of glory
Of glory
Of glory

The waiting waters will caress you
The waiting waters, they'll caress you
The waiting waters, they'll caress you
The waiting waters, they'll caress you