Swallow - Wreck and Reference

If by miracle my children have a thousand names

And they are all the same

They’ll sink into the hourglass with me

As have my grandmothers

At the end they’ll say

Enthusiasm is hard to find, so is this the end?

I grasp for it, approaching the sink

Sending empty catcalls into the hydrous trench

If by miracle my children have a thousand names

And they are all the same

They’ll sink into the hourglass with me

As have my grandmothers

At the end they’ll say

Enthusiasm is hard to find, so is this the end?