They do not join that way,
Inside the shallow hollows,
On the shores of Ganymede...
I sell my final hope,
For a poison seed,
a corrupt and dying breed..

Turning round,
the season will begin,
Turning round...
A cycle begins...

Never speak when you arrive,
it's hard for me to cope,
when the Moon is waning...
Inside these lonely halls,
Time is gone,
my tainted lifeblood draining...

Turning round,
the season will begin,
Turning round...
A cycle begins...

She walked upon the lonely strand, that evening,
Waiting for her lover in briny chill,
He won't return to meet the infant child,
He never will return - he never will...

Oceans send me away,
the wind blows from my home
I sail forever and a day,
waiting for the One...

Who told this passing tale, inside the shadow?
The Hollow Men recite against my will.
A secret long untold shall still remain,
The Moon sleeping upon the distant hill.